(Strophe)
Black lights show me where to go.
I stumble forward, moving slow.
Behind me echoes twist and lie.
Before me truths are born to die.

Alone, worn out, yet still I fight.
A broken bird that fears the night.
I search for rest, a place to land.
But find just traps and the hunter’s hand.


(Refrain)
Seven days, twenty Hours.
Two souls share one truth’s power.

Seven days, a hundred years.
Two deaths drown in one lie’s tears.


(Strophe)
The journey’s just a war inside.
The goal long lost, my hope denied.
I wish that you could walk with me.
It’s easier alone, you see.

Awake, yet trapped in fading dreams.
I feel no touch, or so it seems.
Thirsty for some open air.
Hungry for the next despair.


(Refrain)
Seven days, twenty Hours.
Two souls share one truth’s power.

Seven days, a hundred years.
Two deaths drown in one lie’s tears.


(Strophe)
Imperfect, perfect, wild and strange.
Sliding on the ice of change.
Forgotten, lost, locked deep within.
Erased — a page that can’t begin.

The clock laughs loud and runs reverse.
My legs grow weak, my thoughts disperse.
They belong to someone unknown.
No face, no name, no faith, alone.


(Refrain)
Seven days, twenty Hours.
Two souls share one truth’s power.

Seven days, a hundred years.
Two deaths drown in one lie’s tears.


(Strophe)
I close my bleeding eyes once more.
The world now painted red with war.
Forgetting is the newest drug.
The high’s become the prayer I hug.

In my church, all souls may come.
No doors, no roof, no setting sun.
Take my trembling hand Tonight.
And lead me where I fear the light.


(Refrain)
Seven days, twenty Hours.
Two souls share one truth’s power.

Seven days, a hundred years.
Two deaths drown in one lie’s tears.


(Outro)
Two lies, two lives, two birds that flee.

All that’s left of you and me.