Symphony of Subconscious Video (MV)

Ticking clock, it feels like gunshots in the night
An expensive way to watch your life pass by
Next, the hour comes when birds stir in their nests Bleary-eyed and stumbling through another night without rest

Cause the terrors of the night open wounds that never healed
They become our company when we are alone
Will we never free our minds from the horrors and surreal?
Slaves to all the symphonies of our subconscious, cold and tired, but never losing hope

Hello darkness, my old friend. I see you're back tonight
Sit upon my chest and fill my head with lies
Stretch to infinity and take back what is yours
This weary heart is useless when it's full of nothing but remorse