An abstract living dream Of a cardboard cut-out meaning Vivid highs and vibrant lies of a slowly tearing seam
We are the plague, these are bleeding souls We need a change, I find that there's a hole inside us all (Hole inside us all)
Hearts made of wood You pile into your fire Burn down your white washed walls So you appreciate the roof that falls
We are the plague These are bleeding souls We need a change We are bleeding
We are the plague, these are bleeding souls We need a change, I find that there's a hole inside us all
Terminal viruses Fluctuating through An Immaculate portrait of perfection Mutations progress inside a world in distress You can't escape the deception A catastrophic progression This is the end of an era This is the start of a new
Hearts made of wood You pile into your fire As you dance around Dizzy you fall asleep Kaleidoscope eyes Stare through stained glass windows Burn them alive, just to see the embers tremble
Starlight is only bright When the sky is clear When the sky is clear We fill our lungs (we fill our lungs) We fill our lungs with the smog And hold our breath, until we disappear