Listen to the hollow shriek You will never be seen through the darkest heart of her cries Your sickness took the best of you Blue wind of the fallen sea Dark voices of the haunted speak With the call of the locust the branches shriek Overcome this fatal travesty Rotting alone you will never be free Getting hard to fill the glass In the past can you believe what you've become Your sickness took the best of you In a shallow fright we awaken from the dream punishment by fire commits to the obscene Getting harder to fill the glass Slowly fading in the past can you believe what you've become More from Thine Eyes Bleed