Sun's rising still I can't see straight Is there anything that nice to see anyway? You never know what tomorrow brings Don't wanna fake it, don't want you to fail You packed your things for the worst vacation Try not to think about it on the way You packed your things but the worst's still to come The black stain sure is hard to wash away It's growing, that's all we know Climbing up your throat Sick of these walks in off white halls You got my word, you're almost home It's growing, that's all we know Climbing up your throat The feeling is all around In every silence I hear it's sound