Lights are in my eyes, blinded
You say that I can trust you, so I do
Left my bearings back behind us
I feel my fingers fading, slipping through
A new kind of wilderness
What you came for
But not like this
No escape from
A new kind of wilderness
What you came for
But not like this
No escape from
Haunt season is upon us
Where does real fade into a lie?
Are they only shadow?
Or are they luring us towards our last goodbye?
A new kind of wilderness
What you came for
But not like this
No escape from
A new kind of wilderness
What you came for
But not like this
No escape from
A new kind of wilderness
A new kind of wilderness
A new kind of wilderness
What you came for
But not like this
No escape from
A new kind of wilderness
