From the episodic nature of my might
To the symptomatic darkness of the night
I've been waiting for the sun to lose control
And some phantom take possession of my soul
Talk to me
I beg of you
Listen to the things you make me do
And you'll know me far beyond an angel's art
There's a part of me that longs to lose the hold
I've been keeping on the things I can't control
Just let go of things, surrender to the night
And the voices in the hallows of my mind
Talk to me
I beg of you
Listen to the things you make me do
And you'll know me far beyond an angel's art