This is the longest night I can recall, a constant reminder of my great fall. I can't fake it at all; I can't fake it at all anymore. In the lap of misery, I can feel their pain; in the lap of misery, I can barely breathe. I can't fake it at all; I can't fake it at all anymore. In the lap of misery, I can feel their pain; in the lap of misery. I can't shut my eyes, I can't shut my eyes or a flood of carnage, comes in with the rising tide, I can't shut my eyes. In restlessness I lie awake tonight, waiting for the moon to become crimson red, and seal my fate for this life I've faked. The birth of the sun I anticipate. This is the longest night I can recall.