Lyrics
Feel the bends
charge the lens
of doomsday tension
I feel the end is nigh
when we're sleeping
when we're dreaming
I pick the bones clean with the light
I pick the bones clean with the light
Death reflects us in it's mirror
reaching out to us
and we're transformed into burning stars
Death reflects us in it's mirror
lights the private dark
breaking out through mind and skull
Feel the strains
see the stains
of ruination
I feel the end is nigh
when we're sleeping
when we're dreaming
I pick the bones clean with the light
I pick the bones clean with the light
