I'll blot out the sun the miserable sun I'll blacken the sky and you will see no light Useless, it is all useless There will be nothing There is no one to help you out But I hear the voice of the watchman Useless, it is all useless There will be nothing There is no one to help you out Blot out the sun the miserable sun I'll blacken the sky and you will see no light
You've taught us to feel worthless But it's in the back of your mind That we are strong enough To make it back in time
There is no way out And you have nothing without me
[Micah Kinard:] After all these years of my pleasing and reaching How easily you can be so swayed Oh, by that arrogant tongue that pours slow with precision All those honey-soaked geared to sink you and keep you Locked tight in such desperate but anxious grips Because he fears what burns beneath your skin And he will fear what I've written
You've taught us to feel worthless But it's in the back of your mind That we are strong enough To make it back in time To make it back, to make it back in time
When you're breathing in, in the place where most deny You are strong enough (We can make it back in time) To make it back in time When you're breathing in (We can make it back in time) In the place where most deny You are strong enough (we can make it back in time) To make it back in time.