Battlefields in a twisted war of awicked game you play, it's starting to make sense, my friend, we're all gonna lose to the end
Fighting dreams from the insides of your wicked brains, got us feeling unmotivated, but the same old stories the same
A darkened midnight holds us down inside an empty town, sucks up all your energy, and now watches you drown
Inside an empty town
Sucks up all your energy and then watches you drown

It's all fallen away and it's starting to make sense
Starting to make sense to me