Текст песни Split - Part One - The Groundhogs

In the dying embers of a burnt-out day
When morning seems a thousand hours away
Dark prevails and the light gives up the fight to stay

The blackness thickens and surrounds
Masking all but distant sounds
I seek for thought to occupy still conscious mind

As calm and peace surround my bed
I feel that sleep is not far ahead
But in place of slumber comes a bolt of fear instead