Transcendence - Darkest Hour

There is no turning back

From all the confines of regret

Reminders of that day will haunt you

Nights you never slept

And every time you separate the body from the mind

And look into yourself and see what you’ve left behind

It’s something you salvage through and pick the bones

It’s something you’ll never stop searching for

It’s a self made misery

It’s a blatant blasphemy

But all we need is a little transcendence to mend us

But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses

The farther out you make it

Beyond the absolute

Onto another level can’t take anything with you

So calm for a split second before you

Reconnect with the storm

It’s something you salvage through and pick the bones

It’s something you’ll never stop searching for

It’s a self made misery

It’s a blatant blasphemy

But all we need is a little transcendence to mend us

But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses

It’s a self made misery

But you write your own history

I wanna peel back this layer

Reveal my new skin to the open air

I feel a cleansing wash over me

And I’m finally able to breathe

All we need is a little transcendence to mend us

But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses

Transcendence to mend us