I know who you are Adrenaline stricken thought You call for this childish inertia And I seem to crave for whatever light as up Every gathering has become an occasion I’ll take your word for advice, who am I to judge? Whatever it is as long as it takes as out of nowhere
Keep filling in this drive, lead as up to the outburst I know who you are, sweet silk Now get me where the lights become stars
Hunting ourselves down until we see This tapestry of projected minds Sweet demon this is going places Hunting ourselves up until we glimpse Our last breath and some more
We are going to get through What nothing in this place Could make us ready Take a stand
I burn and you’re ablaze No longer the lucent glow we both rave Then flesh melts and then trickles My loathing echoes back at your laughter