Subjected nevermore, to the whims of the dying
Steal their flesh, from the pool of the lying
Injected more, erythematous moisture
Beyond high, by the chosen kind
Feel it, to breathe evermore
Of the wicked of the world, where processions’ end
Subjected nevermore, to the fears of the dying
Feel their high, attempts to allude
Your flesh will sigh, in the midst of moisture
One sect more for the chosen kind
Can you feel it? Can you feel their high?
Feel it! Breathe evermore!
Breathe from the chosen kind, then lie back down
Feel their high and breathe evermore
End your search for the nevermore
There is no end to this
I have seen your face
But i don’t recognize all these things
You must have left behind
It’s a problem, you know
That’s been there all your life
I try to make you see the world without a view
That just turn black and white
At night it gets cold and
You’d dearly like to turn away
The escape that fills
That makes you want to turn on heel
Alone, alone, alone, alone
There is no end to this
I can’t turn away
Another picture but the scene
It’s still the same
There is no room to move
Or try to look away
Remember, life is strange
The life keeps getting stranger every day
I try so hard but this attitudes
A type that won’t subside
No matter what they say
Remember your heart beats you day at night
Your heart beats you day at night (3)