[Verse 1]
Morning breaks
After a long, hot summer night
Spent on the cabin floor
Spoiling the sacred peace
The sun filters through the windows
Like swords ripping through his flesh
In a frenzy, he vainly attempts to hold back the demons
Holding him back
But perhaps it's too late
For his friends have already fled the cabin
Leaving him little time to react
For he hears children's voices
On the hills, in the forest, approaching quickly, quickly
So he answers
He answers as he's done before
And he'll do forever
[Break]
His discomfort soon wears off
His discomfort soon wears off
His discomfort—
[Outro]
Upon, the realization—
Upon, the realization—
This can't exist
This can't exist
This can't exist
This can't exist
This can't exist
This can't exist
This can't exist
This can't exist
