Self-abortive, psychoactive,
broken lyrical machine...

With venomous lies,
Under rosemary skies...

Others live in the past yet I
do not feel my time has come yet...

(Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,)
In the whims of fate I do now trust...

And a bled heart screaming,
Remember! Remember...

His life is a mirror, the mirror is stained.
He thinks he knew what they meant this time...

Lost connection,
Grey flesh, concrete...

Don't run,
From what you cannot hide...

This day, Winter sat upon the land,
Its bloodless knife sitting in its open hand...

Draw back to unknown
All these fish, swimming with their bones out...

Bend
shake...

You've got constellations hidden in your smile,
Show them to me...