Here in the Dark

I've got to stop erasing all
My confidence and all that goes along with it
My watch is telling me to go
To sleep and let the night take hold of everything

'Cause here in the dark, my thoughts are all twisted up
The cogs are all getting stuck
I'm on the cusp of believing the bluff
So suit me up

I've got five knives inside my mind
One for each time that I designed my own demise

'Cause here in the dark, my thoughts are all twisted up
The cogs are all getting stuck
I'm on the cusp of believing the bluff

Here in the dark, is where I can rest my head
Where nothing can be misread
I recommend a hasty decent

'Cause in the mirror's edge, the images they bleed and bend
And instances of grief and dread appear with no cause or intent
My nirvana is all burnt up, now everything is shutting down at once
All at once, ohhh

I've got to stop erasing all
My confidence and all that goes along with it
My watch is telling me to go
To sleep and let the night take hold of everything