unto me: of piety and obsessive faith the boundaries of rest it's like they could answer your questions of death to worsen and disease
a place in the cold amphetamine moans we dissolve like snow in phantom grounds
how cold in this place? your desperate face methadone you own me dreamy haze
surge I could see when they put you in control I could see when they sold us out all is operational return your breath and just concentrate
a place in the cold amphetamine moans we dissolve like snow in phantom grounds
meaningless and left to stare at shapes that form my memories weaker now the formal void that left it's taste in my mouth difficult to rest in here your knife still sharpens at my spine
turning too much in my sleep the shapes on the wall answer me thoughts are racing i'm becoming someone i'm not
don't take me in you know i'll change again you have a choice I do not
in vain the choice is made we're meant to waste
closing in too fast
mother should the climate change, we'll drift with the morning tide mother the guiding hand has been absent still for years
no more in spirit than empty in flesh lift your ribs in skinny grace why would you question divinity's role? we're the last to carve our names
slip through the lights exploding fields the distant glow our trail concealed
above the gun the feeling lasts for days what we've done.. now far away
turning too much in my sleep the shapes on the wall answer me thoughts are racing i'm becoming someone i'm not
don't take me in you know i'll change again you have a choice I do not