This is what we get We are to blame The consequence we will always underestimate We move in darkness Our stolen conscience, overcome by instinct And the sun will rise This is our home now But we don't understand How we did this to ourselves This is where we sleep tonight Wet grass, night sky We move in darkness Our stolen conscience, overcome by instinct We hide in ruins of manmade arteries Hunger alone remains relevant Sudden in something we understand now We sleep with warm throats We wake with fearful hearts We hear them breathing through the forest We sleep with warm throats We covet our punishment And the sun will rise This is our home now But we don't understand How we did this to ourselves