Set against these hardest hours
Anger paled, for in this fear
The theft of privacy
We all see it break sometimes,
See it tear us apart
That which left behind
Screams out loud this night
So much is asked in silence
Expect not and you'll find
Thousand miles from the nearest [bad word] 
Rotating, entangled - I continue not to heal

Another no-night waits its turn
So I call upon my freecard to postpone

If time was one with many faces
Which one would call to me?
Where all our paths in one now end
That with the power to gather the mislead
Now will lead them all astray
Now will lead them all astray
Now will lead them all astray
So push it ever further
To unsuspecting dark
Build that second layer
For the hours to take fast

rest from the giving
Like a heart between beats
Greater than the need [bad word] 
The need for the right [bad word] to know
That an outrage is inevitable
Through many try
An escape is unsuccessful
In the midst of a nerve-night
The victim of soulkill
 [bad word] self is mere torture
Death rides these nerves

Another no-night waits its turn
So I call upon my freecard to postpone