Texty:
White Light Riot The Dark Is Light Enough

numb When we should feel more alive I suppose in time Your hesitations are limitations We all are strangers with what we?re facing There?s no equation, but there is

order The order was mayhem The messenger lied But they?re on the line Boots are tied tight The waiting The waiting is aching Mouths dusted dry Death is

to give in quickly Caving in when walls grow high Lower all your defenses They are shadows that you hide behind It doesn?t have to be this way Is anything