Texty: Opeth. A Fair Judgement.

Losing sleep into deep
Fading sun, what have I done?
Came so close to what I need most
Nothing left here

Cut the ties, uncovered disguise
Left behind all intertwined
Lost control moved out of the role
Now nothing's left here

Leave it be it was meant for me
Soul sacrifice forgot the advice
Lost track of time in a flurry of smoke
Waiting anxiety fair judgment deserved

Losing sleep into deep
Fading sun, what have I done?
Came so close to what I need most
Nothing left here