The Philosopher Inside

All the voices in my head tell me that
(everything is breaking up) They tell me that
Every single voice is telling me that
(breathing in the fumes) they tell me that

Scarring everything, in these safety nets,
(all is lost, all is infinite)
Polishing the very core of the, point we meant
(all is lost, all is lost)

Every day is getting smaller,
And the light is getting farther,
And all these faces are receding into the dark,
And through the garrison resides these martyrs
Every struggles getting harder,
And these places have left their mark,

(by the vice we let this go, by this vice we let these go)

And all these walls getting closer,
And all these nights are getting longer,
I can no longer hear the hymn of God,
The wolves have deserted their blinders,
Is there a chance to run or to be left behind here,
Is there a chance to make it down this trough,

Are we barely alone to be left to Wolves,
(Are We?) To be left to the fate the breached our time,
(Are We?) To lost to be reached with hope
(Are we?) To dead to be empathize with the world,

(Where is the savior?) Who promised salvation?
Where is the the maker, that promised us to reach unto him?
(Where is the savior?) Who is the right hand of God?
The word of the day is......

Ever we're to breath, Never to breath again,
Ever we're to breath, never breath again in this world,

How can we stand to let this go?
To watch this river halt its flow?

I beseech the faces can't let this go,

Every day is getting smaller,
And the light is getting farther,
And all these faces are receding into the dark,
And through the garrison resides these martyrs
Every struggles getting harder,
And these places have left their mark,

(by the vice we let this go, by this vice we let these go)

And all these walls getting closer,
And all these nights are getting longer,
I can no longer hear the hymn of God,
The wolves have deserted their blinders,
Is there a chance to run or to be left behind here,
Is there a chance to make it down this trough,

The stars one by one go out with the mass paradoxic carapace,
Kill the One who made you whole, this One that made you whole,

I will Follow
You into the abyss
I will Follow
You through

I will Follow
You into the abyss
I will Follow
You through

These street lights go out one by one as it fades faster, as he runs can he make into this plastered safe again, Close your eyes

I will Follow
You into the abyss
I will Follow
You through this

I will Follow
You into the abyss
I will Follow
You through this

Tell me what this feels like, tell me what it feels like,

Every day is getting smaller,
And the light is getting farther,
And all these faces are receding into the dark,
And through the garrison resides these martyrs
Every struggles getting harder,
And these places have left their mark,

(by the vice we let this go, by this vice we let these go)

And all these walls getting closer,
And all these nights are getting longer,
I can no longer hear the hymn of God,
The wolves have deserted their blinders,
Is there a chance to run or to be left behind here,
Is there a chance to make it down this trough,

The Abyss
Into the abyss,
This abyss,
I will not follow you through this

(I will not follow you, into the blue, instead forget to let this out of the manor of speaking, I will instigate, our mistakes, until I cut off all manor of breathing)