Rising Sun - Century

This is what we get.

We are to blame.

The consequence we will always

underestimate

We move in darkness.

Our stolen conscience, overcome by instinct

And the sun will rise.

This is our home now

But we don’t understand how we did this to ourselves.

This is where we sleep

tonight

Wet grass, night sky.

We move in darkness.

Our stolen conscience,

overcome by instinct

We hide in ruins of manmade arteries.

Hunger alone remains relevant

Sudden is something we understand now.

We sleep with warm throats

We wake with fearful hearts.

We hear them breathing through the forest

We sleep with warm throats.

We covet our punishment