Every structure has its weakness. Every weakness has its form.
Every last clock is crushing me at my time. Every last breath grows feeble until I die.
We will follow as serpents to the grave As we all will follow and never be saved Endings are horizons, without the light of day Inept we all stand here and call ourselves
The glory of god. The glory of god Glory of god. Glory of god Glory of god. Glory of god We throw ourselves a… Way from our reason away from our life lines And far from our conscious away from our minds. We are not sacred and nor are we special We’ll die from our wounds and we won’t pre-
Vail with our lives
We will follow as serpents to the grave As Haven freezes over we will not be saved Endings are all lows that perished from our highs Inept we stand here and dub ourselves
The glory of god. The glory of god Glory of god. Glory of god Glory of god. Glory of god