Paroles: Pale Saints. Hunted.

Never alone
Stick fast to him
As shadows loom
It tracks him everywhere he goes

Surgeon's hands
The only way
To free him from
The one he begs will disappear

Feels free in his sleep
But there no such peace
Waits for him to awake
Laughs in his face
Falls to his embrace

Never alone
Says to him
Shadows long
Shadows everywhere

Feels freedom is sleep
But there's no such peace
Waits for him to wake
Laughs in his face
Falls to him

Feels freedom is sleep
But there no such peace
Waits for him to awake
Laughs in his face
Falls to his embrace