Letra da Música: Split Part 1 - The Groundhogs

In the dying embers of a burnt-out day,
When morning seems a thousand hours away,
Dark prevails and the light gives up the fight to stay.

The blackness thickens and surrounds,
Masking all but distant sounds,
I seek for thought to occupy still conscious mind.

SOLO

As calm and peace surround my bed,
I feel that sleep is not far ahead,
But in place of slumber comes a bolt of fear instead.

SOLO