1. BLACKOUT

We are a portrait of perversion
On an endless march towards perdition
And deceitfulness pours from our hearts
Yet its waters deepen
A fragmented view
An uninspired walk towards our failures

All that's left is the collapse
All that's left is for the breath to run out.
Your lungs collapse as breath fades,
The hope you had is calling
The hope you had is walking away
The hope that we had is calling.
But a call, or a break from our stare would provide,
an exit or the rush of its air
But our sadness will continue to grow
And if you would turn around...

As the falsehood fortifies our minds.
All that's left is the collapse
All that's left is for the breath to run out