I can’t feel the sun on my skin, but it burns my eyes, it keeps me in this place, this cave I call home. This guilt, this shame is all I know.
How can I ever escape? When everything that I need is so far out of my reach and I can’t see what’s right in front of me. Are we so blind that we can’t see what we have done? Cut out my eyes so I can’t see what we’ve become. We are the monsters and fiends that you have only ever seen in dreams. We’re running out of time. When everything that I need is so far out of my reach and I can’t see what’s right in front of me. Are we so blind that we can’t see what we have done? Cut out my eyes so I can’t see what we’ve become. We are the monsters, we are the fiends. We’re running out of time.