Songs for the Withering

i'm sleeping with a knife again i'm just a drawing on the wall sooner or later everything falls apart every day a punishment I have tried so hard to do right fought to heal every hurt every turn I take leads me back to where I started from all my dre

one day darkness showed up at my door ate the light, closed my world told me the demons where here and that i was wrong all along everything washes away fear and despair never knew what they meant until the black came my way in our full circle we fed