Contemplation over this Everything disastrous Is true The climbing of sources Empty out the mood
When I found blue
Consequences reached a twist Everything disastrous Is pure The evening of everything untrue
When I found blue
A floating ghost of numbers twist The sheen come off the specter's wrist Now cut to watch the tripping through it Warming wounds to feed the new age Beating public rage and treason Subjugate this stinging feeling Once again to feel it through
The blue
Consternation feels the depth A thousand nights of knives digged in Reduce those darkened forces From a naked view