This comforting state of grace I want to wake up and never leave Rode in on the darkest horse To hurt the ones that you once loved You've got to commit it Before you regret it By nature, a violator Foul words for foul ways The island I never left Deep inside still so far in Their hold is still firm and tight Believe in darkness, absence of light You've got to commit it Before you regret it By nature, a violator Foul words for foul ways