If the darkness had a name
Then your name shall be called astray
The end of each day is the same
The end to each story is a different shape
Lying awake
As if this body is drowning into itself
In a self-centered poisonous pity
In this cold, in this hateful part of my city
And I await the final call
Of what's right and wrong till it breaks me
And I await the final judgement
Am I a servant, abundant
If the darkness had a name
Then your name shall turn to dust
The start of each day is the same
The start of new story of nonsense
I try to breathe in the answer
I try to breathe
I try to breathe in the answer
I try
Where did those last years go
It's like an ugly, dusty blur
The haunting pictures, ghosts from a distance
From a past that's far away
If the darkness had a name
Then your name shall be called astray
The end of each day is the same
The end to each story is a different shape