Rising Sun

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 in 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

And the sun will rise

This is our home now

But we don't understand

How we did this to ourselves