This is the longest night I can recall,
a constant reminder of my great fall.
I can't fake it at all; I can't fake it at all anymore.
In the lap of misery, I can feel their pain; in the lap of misery, I can barely breathe.
I can't fake it at all; I can't fake it at all anymore.
In the lap of misery, I can feel their pain; in the lap of misery.
I can't shut my eyes, I can't shut my eyes or a flood of carnage, comes in with the rising tide, I can't shut my eyes.
In restlessness I lie awake tonight, waiting for the moon to become crimson red, and seal my fate for this life I've faked.
The birth of the sun I anticipate.
This is the longest night I can recall.