Dropped out No contact planetside This close to the end It's gotta be An ulcer On the mind of the enemy To bring down This empire built on- Shifting the edge of The razor To darken the days And make more clear Something that rose like An anthem cold Heeding the call of The Zeroth A snakeskin heart beats Cool black oil None could believe it's Stillness could be crueller This wound will close Over everyone we know Resist not the return to us We are not the only ones to gaze
At forgotten constellations Dreaming of a wound that will never- A snakeskin heart beats Cool black oil None could believe it's Stillness could be crueller Don't back down for mercy They're gonna send us to Hell Where every surrender Is there waiting as well Shifting the edge of The razor To darken the days And make more clear Something that rose like An anthem cold Heeding the call of The Zeroth This wound will close