and in the beating filth that festers a crowning life the blocks us in our path one step too many in the wrong direction this night will mark the coming of train yourselves in example of everything start something worth while futile leave enemies swallowing futile worth while may our constant lust be a cover up for the lack there of of equality and it won t stay not it won t stay not it won t song of recovery knowing wasting the time on the fall out let s stop the chains of a soul who needs company too no longer with the risks be something we will evolve let the tyrant bare in our mouths slurring again to me let this wallow swallow down sorrow recovering love swallowing up right where we left it off sorrow picks up where we left arm the night arm the night arm the night and in these final days arm the night so we can stop