Seven Graylands - Cinder lyrics

We’re moving silent We move like a serpents This cold dead black heart we keep in a box We keep collections Perverse selections The metal and the soul transcends us all Head down, Walk proud This human wanting This human craving The skin has tales of desire Black leather Whips ... or whatever The sun goes red, expands, and loves us all We turn to cinder We turn to dust Abiogenesis has nothing on us We turn to cinder We turn to dust Half-life dead stop They all go absent These gods desert us We take our paradise and do what we want With no more futures Remove the sutures Open up the flesh and let it flow Last call countdown It’s the beginning Of this new ending We’re all new gods we bring rain And lightning And thunder The sun goes red, expands, and loves us all We turn to cinder We turn to dust Abiogenesis has nothing on us We turn to cinder We turn to dust Half-life dead stop