Days like this bring sky to its knees And falling clouds are surrounding our feet It makes it hard to breathe Wading through the damp and gray Hope's starting to fade Ill never make it to you in time this way
June to June sees our realm's decay And stolen blood marks the start of the game It drains from our face Hell sent hounds rip into our limbs And take our strength with them There's so little life left inside this skin
Days like this make stars grow dim And I begin to fade along with them Knowing that you're trapped under the hard-packed ground And as hard as I try pounding fists on earth can't get you out Finding air is a fruitless fight And now I can't tell hell from night