It's approaching
Darkness encroaching
The greys - a gradient to black
The fading sun falls through the cracks
It's the last time you'll see the day
Crawl inside and slip away
Memories color a past left behind
These short days
I lose my concept of time
Memories color a past left behind
These short days
I lose my concept of time
The chill moves from your spine to your mind
And December comes again
The neurosis fills my head
Blackened thoughts I can't escape
And I start to question fate
Why do I question who I am?
Why does my mind create demands?
I fight to stay upon the path
Make anguish something of the past
I question all my actions
And ponder the reactions
I will not let the voices
Take over all my choices
I will not let the voices
Take over all my choices
The chill moves from your spine to your mind
Day turns black
And December comes again
The neurosis fills my head
Blackened thoughts I can't escape
And I start to question fate
