"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, 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 pleading and reaching

How easily you can be so swayed

Oh, by that arrogant tongue that pours slow with precision

All those honey-soaked words 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



To make it back in time