We Are Debt by This or the Apocalypse Lyrics

I clipped off my claws, in defense of my weary eyes
And I have been one acquainted with the night
This is the last pinnacle left to face
An indefinite statement of time
I have been one acquainted with the night
Dark ends darkness; man ends mankind
No, there is no dawn

This silent rock is turning black
Opaque from the ceaseless
Our final cause is yours

The traveled street is a vein of blood
And we will rest amongst its whisper
Our sleep amongst the dirt and grey
Our sleep amongst the earthly day

Life is a broken glass; drink from the shards
Forgive us of our blasphemies
In passing time our souls will stand ajar
Wider than the sky, that is what we are
Time is surely a loaded gun -
For it has the power to kill
Without the power to die

I have been one acquainted with the night
Opaque from the ceaseless