The Breathing Process - We, the Drowned

The gallant light won't come for us
Here we're on our own
Our ships of strength sunk below us
Here we are the drowned

Betrayed, left in the grey, faith falls apart and slips away
Where's your hope now in Hell?
Where's your hope now here in Hell?
There's not much time left and promise that you will stay with me
Please come close now, I feel so tired but death has its hints of ecstasy

Lured by your rapture, with malice I laid
Mired as I watch it morph into decay
Where have you run to? And why won't you stay?
Here in the land that gave up on its fate

The gallant light won't come for us
Here we're on our own
Our ships of strength sunk below us
Here we are the drowned

This façade, art of feign, I've come to face what I am not
These demons hounding me to finish what my mother wrought
This façade, art of feign, I've come to face what I am not
These demons hounding me to finish what my mother wrought
No one to see you through
Now it's time to go
One thing you must know
We're all on our own
I won't see my home
We're all on our own
We're all on our own
For we are the drowned

Façade art of feign, I've come to face what I am not
I am not
Demons hounding me to finish what my mother wrought
I've come
I've come to face what I am