The days are growing darker the light is getting dim  Trying to survive it but my chances are getting slim  Knowing truth from liars and finding where I've been    Vision of a savior is blurry to the eye  Not enough assurance of what is mine is really mine  I feel the rage of boiling it scares me everytime    Time to heal your wounds  Underneath the bed  You'll be dreaming soon  Dreaming of the end  And understand  What is real to you  For it's time     We smile to hide the hurting and brush off all the pain  Never get to close to feel it, never hurt again  Until it raises up its head and bites us once again    Time to heal your wounds  Underneath the bed  You'll be dreaming soon  Dreaming of the end  And understand  What is good to you  For it's time