Testo di 'Fire' di Upon The Water

Blue hours quicken the bottle
It’s all too hard to face reality comes
Left my head in the clouds so long I can only stumble below
Turn my liver to ash at a pace I know can't last
But the evils that chase me feel faster and faster and faster with sobriety

Maybe it's what I want
Maybe I'll never relent
Too much physical ache, clear my head with a mental haze
Maybe it's what I want
Maybe I'll never relent
Too much physical ache, turned into a mental haze

Colors seems brighter, and the days
Days feel warmer
But the lucidity is so temporary
Try to clear my head, but I don't want the warmth to fade
Shame take my memories, and dissipate
I am a prisoner, trapped inside my safe space
My now captive spirit chained with ash and amber stains

(I sleep inside my fears)

Dove head first into the black
Blasphemed and baptized in what I lack
The sanctuary I've locked myself in
A most decrepit cathedral

Colors seem brighter, days feel warmer
In my hiding place, I'll stay safe

My crusade: A war of attrition between mind and body
God, forgive me

Colors seem brighter, days feel warmer
In my hiding place, I'll stay safe
(Blue hours quicken the bottle it’s all too hard to face reality comes
Turn my lungs to ash at a pace I know cant last)