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