The Pit Video (MV)

Your days of abundance are numbered
The price of forfeit of slumber
You've ignored this for too long
You've ignored all those calls up to arms
And as you creep
From folds of debilitating sleep
You will land on your hand
You will cry again, my friend

Your days of abundance are numbered
Into the pit you have blundered
And you saw the things that we once were
All gathered up at your behind
And then you find in time
That this could be a place
In which you could act in fact
That you might die again, my friend

Your days of abundance are numbered
You're no longer encumbered
Insects crawl around outside
Then fly into the sun
The objects abide and then in time
You will realise that this is the end
And that you're dead in the head
And you can't die again, my friend