Žodžiai dainai: Darkest Hour. These Fevered Times.

my heart's been racing with my mind to the finish
line of these fevered times struck down again this
turbulence has overcome tranquility pounding
the walls inside these thoughts i can't control
and shooting through my veins these hightened
senses overwhelming confusion replaces clarity a
neurotic rearrangement you know the feeling when
down feels up to it's old tricks again so misleading
when it hits like a ton of bricks to the chest out
of breath on the bathroom floor and i'll make
light of this night and night of this day it's what
i tell myseld to sleep when i dream myself awake