DesperatenProudnYou laugh aloudnRun with patient eyesnBeaten blindnYou will walk the linenListen to the hollow shrieknYou will never been freenYou will never be seen through the darkest heart of her criesnIt's time to runnSo try to survivenExtract the certain truthnYour sickness took the best of younBlue wind of the fallen seanDark voices of the haunted speaknWith the call of the locust the branches shrieknOvercome this fatal travestynRotting alone you will never be freenHide with this demisenNo time to runnSo try to survivenGetting hard to fill the glassnEmptiednSwallowednIn the past can you believe what you've becomenExtract the certain truthnYour sickness took the best of younIn a shallow fright we awaken from the dream punishment by fire commits to the obscenenGetting harder to fill the glassnSlowly fading in the past can you believe what you've become