The Acacia Strain
Go to Sleep
There is no light
There is only the dark
There is no light
There is only the dark

Life is a nightmare
Death is a gift
I'll see you all at the fountain of youth

We are the children of death
Nailed to the cross
We have nothing left

You try to see but you have no eyes
And when you feast you feast on flies
For when you speak you tell only lies
Wallow in the shit that falls from the sky

With every breath we pray for death
With every breath we pray for death

We are the children of death
Nailed to the cross
We have nothing left

You try to see but you have no eyes
And when you feast you feast on flies
For when you speak you tell only lies
Wallow in the shit that falls from the sky
You try to see but you have no eyes
And when you feast you feast on flies
For when you speak you tell only lies
Wallow in the shit that falls from the sky
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Go to sleep

There is no light
There is only the dark
I welcome death with open arms
There is no light
There is only the dark
I welcome death with open arms