Descend into the cold
Where the brittle hands console
And the devil’s only here
To break the hungry with the fear
As we disappear

And the therapy’s the road we’ve taken
And the enemy’s the hold we’ve shaken
Here, as the feeling slips away
All is quiet, all is grey

The sinners and the saints
Fear the medicine she takes
Dress is torn down from the wire
Turn the secrets into lies
Into the fire

And the therapy’s the road we’ve taken
All our memories of truth forsaken
Here, as the feeling slips away
All is quiet, all is grey
Grey

It’s December as she wakes
From the promises she breaks
And she breaks

Oh and the therapy’s the road we’ve taken
As the shelter of our words is fading
Still the therapy’s the road we’ve taken
Heaven’s army for the child forsaken
Here, as the dark begins the day
All is quiet, all is grey
All is quiet, all is grey