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