Descend into the cold Where the brittle hands console And the devil’s only here To break the hungry with the fear As we disappear And the therapy’s the road we’ve taken And the enemy’s the hold we’ve shaken Here, as the feeling slips away All is quiet, all is grey The sinners and the saints Fear the medicine she takes Dress is torn down from the wire Turn the secrets into lies Into the fire And the therapy’s the road we’ve taken All our memories of truth forsaken Here, as the feeling slips away All is quiet, all is grey Grey It’s December as she wakes From the promises she breaks And she breaks Oh and the therapy’s the road we’ve taken As the shelter of our words is fading Still the therapy’s the road we’ve taken Heaven’s army for the child forsaken Here, as the dark begins the day All is quiet, all is grey All is quiet, all is grey