When they argue endlessly, to conceal that nothing is done
When I know my faith will falter, without touching anyone
When I fail to understand, the news they're reading out
When the rats are taking over the unsinkable
When their trivial hearts are set, on trivial souvenirs
When the laughter is getting glamorous, while my lungs are filled with tears
When the thumbscrews of regret, shut all my systems down
When mortality is longing to be realized
Don't tell me to leave my abyss
Don't tell me to come to the surface
Don't think there is a way to silence the rapture
Don't tell me to leave my abyss
Don't tell me to come to the surface
Don't think there is a way to silence the rapture;
To exit the grey
When the veil of ignorance, alights on my ideas
When nobody pays attention if my nature disappears
When they put me in the dark, for a verdict without trial
When my will to breathe is fading in and out
Don't tell me to leave my abyss
Don't tell me to come to the surface
Don't think there is a way to silence the rapture
Don't tell me to leave my abyss
Don't tell me to come to the surface
Don't think there is a way to silence the rapture;
To exit the grey
To exit the grey