numb as the winter

hail to the sun living in the sky

hail to the stars

they give us light

we live in a house overrun with vine

it's more like a hell

but we feel fine

poll like a pond

as black as night

black beetles swimming all in time

dark legs pull

they in the mud

they move like a river

creeping in

the darkest fire

fists are clenched but no one will find

we live with the devil but we feel fine

it's more like a hell but we'll be fine

animal eyes with pupils wide

we watched their legs moving in vain

they've losed they wings they cannot run

they cannot hide

they cannot hide

no one escapes here from the vines

it's more like hell but we'll feel fine

one day you'll get used to the mud in your lungs

in your veins

in your eyes

and you'll feel fine

numb as the winter

numb as the winter

numb as the winter

numb as the winter

numb as the winter

numb as the winter

hail to the sun living in the sky

hail to the stars

they give us light

we live in a house overrun with vine

it's more like a hell

but we feel fine

animal eyes with pupils wide

we watched their legs moving in vain

they've losed they wings they cannot run

they cannot hide

they cannot hide

no one escapes here from the vines

it's more like hell but we'll feel fine

one day you'll get used to the mud in your lungs

in your veins

in your eyes

and you'll feel fine

numb as the winter

numb as the winter