[bad word] so you've got to go, go, gone
This surge has taken destined to bestow

Get over here
Cold morning wrapped in shivering silence
I hear the fountains pour and I'm reassured
Alive
Before I forget to remember

Final round, saltwater swallow choke my lung
Cough out blue tears in [bad word] of none
All [bad word] eyes
Raining just like the day I heard of
Your devastating acceleration

Rain kept hitting ground, I drown
My head is in the clouds
And I am soaked right through
Gotta dry these dripping clothes
Or else every hand I shake
Could catch these dripping blues
Gotta dry these dripping clothes
Or else every hand I shake
Could catch these dripping blues
Gotta dry these dripping clothes
I've gotta get out of these dripping clothes

We're staring into
void that seems to be, everywhere between
The skyline down to the sea
Shine your distant rest - anaethetised

Finish him
Sun's gone to plan for a better day
Sun's gone to plan for
Fatality, flawless victory