Once given a message to rise from the wreckage
They say that the author is dead in the water
The beasts of our darkest nights are coming to life
They're cutting into our spines and twisting the knife
Plagues falling from the sky
Pull the wool over my eyes
Slaves to a dying light
Without the courage to fight
Plagues falling from the sky
Pull the wool over my eyes
Slaves to a dying light
Without the courage to fight
A violent reckoning
The silence deafening
Hide from the storm, under the floor, a prisoner of war
Becoming deformed from all of the thorns
Nothing to live for, never more, your body is worn
A story so forlorn, but no life to mourn, the fabric's torn
Losing your grip, a sinking ship as you drown in it
The water within soaks into the skin
Just like every sin you commit
There's no medicine to cure all your ailments
So open up and give in
Plagues falling from the sky
Pull the wool over my eyes
Slaves to a dying light
Without the courage to fight
Plagues falling from the sky
Pull the wool over my eyes
Slaves to a dying light
Without the courage to fight
Once given a message to rise from the wreckage
They say that the author is dead in the water
No, no hope for us
Sacrificing the human race for your personal gain
Taking away everything that makes us feel alive
We are servants to the hive
Slaving away until we decay
Fade into nothingness just to be replaced
Plagues falling from the sky
Pull the wool over my eyes
Slaves to a dying light
Without the courage to fucking fight
Plagues falling from the sky
Pull the wool over my eyes
Slaves to a dying light
Without the courage to fight, fuck