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