This comforting state of grace
I want to wake up and never leave
Rode in on the darkest horse
To hurt the ones that you once loved
You've got to commit it
Before you regret it
By nature, a violator
Foul words for foul ways
The island I never left
Deep inside still so far in
Their hold is still firm and tight
Believe in darkness, absence of light
You've got to commit it
Before you regret it
By nature, a violator
Foul words for foul ways