You keep my eyes stained
You're the cold of the mire
You've come to whisper again
The discontent
And I must pay my debt
You're the night of my home
You've come to whisper again
The weightless frequency of fever

I wait for falling snow
You wait for me to go away

Aspired for more than just direction
The light which I bleed
But surrendered well for all to see
The light which I bleed

I have a broken armour
For all my future battles
I've come to pay you again
The worthless currency of being

Aspired for more than just direction
The light which I bleed
But surrendered well for all to see
The light which I bleed