Katatonia

In the weak light
I saw you becoming the lie
Taking it all for granted
Like freedom
It's something you'll never have
Forget what's said
And hear me sing to you
How I've set out to kill my soul
The nightward ways
The labour it brings
The verdict that I came for
Migration's song
Patterns of death overwhelms
Fixation rise
I came along the way
And came to a conclusion
The indifferent sky
Is made of lead and so beautiful
Submission