Dark Keeps Calling

Black water rising

at my feet

The walls are breathing,

won't retreat

I keep the wolves

inside my head

And lay beside them in my bed

Something pulls me

under

I am the grave I dug myself

The rusted nail, the rotting shelf

Can't let it go

— (ohhhh) Dark keeps calling me ho-ome (ohhhh)

I trace the cracks along the door

That I have opened twice before

A faith that bleeds

from every seam

I can't wake up

— this isn't dream

Something pulls me under

I am the grave I dug myself

The rusted nail, the rotting shelf

Can't let it go —

(ohhhh) Dark keeps calling me ho-ome (ohhhh) I

have been faithful to

the

fall I

have been faithful

to

it all

I am the grave I dug myself

The rusted nail, the rotting shelf

Can't let it go — (ohhhh) Dark keeps calling me ho-ome (ohhhh) (ohhhh)