Sirenia - In a Manica

How can you stand there like a weakening fire awaiting the final end? If you consider still hanging in there You will wither in each and in every way How can you stand it? Say can you mend it? Don't you pretend that the world is a better place? If you're in denial life is worth while You can rely on there's comfort in exit ways In a manica the reaper comes around And the winds they sweep my manic funereal ground Some deranged and some devour to haunt me down in my darkest hour Yet another mind of the Devil's design When we gather our frail souls beyond our persistence When we cope for our lives with fantasy When we cover our eyes and mourn our loss of existence When we falter, deprived and out of dreams Do you see there are times? to read in the lines? And trust me you will find the things that you know will hurt you so You can't deny that anymore, you can deny that no more!