Return

Calculate this life

With the precision of a knife-

Through the dreaded rise

And on into the starless nights.



Analyze me every waking breath

And scrutinize this sterile path to death.

A once vibrant soul,

Stripped of light and shot into the dark, unforgiving cold

Cold



Do you know what it's like to die?

Well I know what it's like

To be chewed up and spit out of this

Pathetic cycle of life in two records' time.

So watch me get back up

And brush off the decay, the dirt, and dust

Only to fall back through

Straight to hell I swore I'd never return to.



Oh, how I long to feel alive.

To be thrust into the depths of midnight skies.

To prove my worth before I'm thrown to the lions,

To claim my thrown on top of the world defined.



Oh, how I long to feel alive.

To be thrust into the depths of midnight skies.

To claim my thrown on top of the world defined.



These days and weeks blend seamlessly

Together into an emptiness I'll barely remember.

It's hardly a way to waste away, "but it's what were given".

I won't settle for this. I won't settle for this.