Pseudo squander, plummet crunch
On the feet of the Gods do the endless munch
Hunger, open, whoosh wind, boom
The ash gray door of doom
The moon is still, the stars are still
The wind is still, still but not completely gone
The moon is still, the stars are still
The wind is still, still but not completely gone
Boom, black, circles in the dust
Spinning on a wind deprived of its lust
The sky above is bent and swings
To the sound of silent things
Boom, I can't have it all
Flee the moment and the moment will find you
I can't take the call
But I can hear it, I can hear it
I can't find the words
Speak of the devil and the devil will find you
I'm here but not at all, but not at all
Boom and we know that within
Our model of a human heart is doomed
Boom and still there is that gleaming silence
Underneath the gaping sky and an empty moon
Boom
No need to operate to save my life
No need to operate to save my life
The time is coming quickly, sliding soon
So soon all the breaths in all the world
Stopped breathing and so consumed
Arrive, arrive, arrive, arrive