We tell ourselves the wounds will fade,

But they keep burning red

Follows through the daylight

We hate the light, but love the fight, love to show off the scars

Wear the colors of our rulers in a feudalist war

Sitting in the dark we can look at the stars

And if we had the right tools, we might know where we are

These middle ages keep us poor and we’re stuck in the plague

Rats aren’t carriers when dressed up and praised

Keep licking the fingers for Pavlovian bells

Paying out for pardons while they’re emptying hell (emptying hell)

Everyone has a picture in mind

Of what the monster looks like, or where it goes when it hides

And for some, yeah for some

It looks like us when the sun

Hits it just right.

We tell ourselves, the wounds will fade, but they keep burning red

Follows through the daylight so every solstice we still choose darkness

We choose darkness.

We choose darkness

From my position, this condition looks a lot like indecision, but maybe that’s the vision

‘Cause we’re afraid of change, afraid of what we say

If the powers don’t like it, we’re locked outside the gates

Without numbers to watch us, we lose to the theft

Just to find that the thieves were the ones that we left

So they keep knocking it down, our voice in protest

Unless you have what they want, then it’s a loyalty test

Everyone has a picture in mind

Of what the monster looks like, of where it goes when it hides

And for some, yeah for some

It looks like us when the sun

Hits it just right.

We tell ourselves, the wounds will fade, but they keep burning red

Follows through the daylight so every solstice we still choose darkness

We choose darkness

We tell ourselves, the wounds will fade, but they keep burning red

Follows through the daylight so every solstice we still choose darkness

We tell ourselves, the wounds will fade, but they keep burning red

Follows through the daylight so every solstice we still choose darkness

We choose darkness

We choose darkness