We Are Debt-This Or The Apocalypse

I clipped off my claws, in defense of my weary eyes And I have been one acquainted with the night This is the last pinnacle left to face An indefinite statement of time I have been one acquainted with the night Dark ends darkness; man ends mankind No, there is no dawn [x2] This silent rock is turning black [x2] Opaque from the ceaseless Our final cause is yours [x2] The traveled street is a vein of blood And we will rest amongst it＇s whisper Our sleep amongst the dirt and grey Our sleep amongst the earthly day Life in a broken glass; drink from the shards Forgive us of our blasphemies In passing time our souls will stand ajar Wider than the sky, that is what we are Time is surely a loaded gun For it has the power to kill Without the power to die I have been one acquainted with the night [x3] Life in a broken glass; drink from the shards Forgive us of our blasphemies In passing time our souls will stand ajar Wider than the sky, that is what we are Opaque from ceaseless [x2] From the ceaseless [x2]