Couldn’t stand all the pressure,
But we made our peace,
The messenger speaks,
The thoughts in our heads,
Know too much to ever go back.
We can’t seem to let the darks know,
Every day can be a battleground,
We walk on…
Fall of the dark settles, we won’t cry,
Fall of the dark, the fall of the set.
Couldn’t stand all the pressure,
But we made our call,
To the messenger’s words,
The thoughts in our heads,
Know too much to ever go back.
We can’t seem to let the darks know,
Every day can be a battleground,
We walk on…
Fall of the dark settles, we won’t fall,
Fall of the dark, the fall of the set.
A state of dream,
A drifting state,
A state of dream…
