There Could Be Nothing After This - Underoath

Woe

How pitifull this is Knowing you can kiss me Chase i want to know you

You probably handle this

I’m seeing nothing but disaster

Now im taking you with me Taking you, with me A dead man and sail away

A corpse which tells you sad lies

No more lies, just with right

Its telling him

With all the flickering

Here again and again

Far, far its not feeding far

Far, far its not feeding far by Far, Hell warranting

well This is getting old

well This is getting old

There watching, There watching

I am being watched

This is overwhelming

Paranoia

Paranoia

As you gave the earth your all

I will shake my teeth into the floor

When i wait here alone

And as i begin to preach, The choir

While i lay here

I lie

No more

Your faith lies still

I not well

I know

No where

No path i step

Round the well

And all

Blind

Theres wise

Blood

Flows white

White in a wake