Lyrics

In slow motion. Inside spiny boxes. Shy the flock. Trail the sun.
Folded blueprints. Bending needs of bodies. Push the button. Feel the love.

In suspenders. Longing for their mothers. Modern props with lemonade.
Suspects fleeting. Authoring omegas. Ordered, tagged and placed away.

Hallowed earth filled with lies and half truths. Covering the marks of many printed paths.
Clean the blade, curtain the ministry. Appetites untwist a genealogy.
Skin bled dry.

Haunting profiles blur into black mirrors. Grab the sheets there's more to save.
Dancing banshees gathering white crowns and register for souvenirs.

On and on and on....