Deathbed
The disease of time
We sit here waiting for the sun to rise
The darkness inside
Consume all that's left and leave the body to die
Turn all the lights out
Returned from dirt, unleashed, rebirth, I hear the silent screams
The night brings pain, I can't explain the way it dwells in me
Limbs are shaking from the flow of blood being cauterized
Don't look ahead, there's nothing left to find
Hopeless (hopeless)
Tormented (tormented)
The nightmare never ends on your deathbed
Paradise is burning
They only bring in the weak, so they can rip out our throat
They give us a place just to strip all we've known
At the core of this tower is a bleeding heart
What was once called the church is now a hell on earth
They only bring in the weak, so they can rip out our throat
They give us a place just to strip all we've known
At the core of this tower is a bleeding heart
What was once called the church is now a hell on earth
The heart of the steeple is bleeding
The pain of the head, seceding
The locks are shut, the doors have been bolted
Trapping the horrors of the instructed
Paranoia won't let the leaders save us
They'd rather us burn alive than bridge the gap between us
Paradise is burning
The disease of time
We sit here waiting for the sun to rise
The darkness inside
Break the dam and let them drown alive
We sit here waiting for the sun to rise
The darkness inside
Consume all that's left and leave the body to die
Turn all the lights out
Returned from dirt, unleashed, rebirth, I hear the silent screams
The night brings pain, I can't explain the way it dwells in me
Limbs are shaking from the flow of blood being cauterized
Don't look ahead, there's nothing left to find
Hopeless (hopeless)
Tormented (tormented)
The nightmare never ends on your deathbed
Paradise is burning
They only bring in the weak, so they can rip out our throat
They give us a place just to strip all we've known
At the core of this tower is a bleeding heart
What was once called the church is now a hell on earth
They only bring in the weak, so they can rip out our throat
They give us a place just to strip all we've known
At the core of this tower is a bleeding heart
What was once called the church is now a hell on earth
The heart of the steeple is bleeding
The pain of the head, seceding
The locks are shut, the doors have been bolted
Trapping the horrors of the instructed
Paranoia won't let the leaders save us
They'd rather us burn alive than bridge the gap between us
Paradise is burning
The disease of time
We sit here waiting for the sun to rise
The darkness inside
Break the dam and let them drown alive
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Wiseman, Ryan Kirby
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