Contemplation over this
Everything disasterous
Is true
The climbing of sources empty out the mood
When I found bellew (x2)
Consequences reached a twist
Everything disasterous
Is pure
The evening of everything untrue
When I found bellew (x2)
A floating ghost of numbers twist
The sheen come off the specter's wrist
Now cut to watch the tripping through it
Warming wounds to feed the new age
Beating public rage and treason
Subjugate this stinging feeling
Once again to feel it through: The bellew
The bellew, the bellew, the bellew(x2)
Consternation feels the depth
A thousand nights of knives digged in
Reduce those darkened forces
From a naked view
When I found bellew(x4)