Crawl inside it
 [bad word] the sickness
Drink it
Elevate the threshold
Destroy the mind

And you suffocated
You learn to hate (yourself)
And take one the blame
As it burns

(Sweeping the ghosts away)
(But they [bad word] back)
And it burns
(The sky is turning red)
It burns
We're right at the end

And it's all dead quiet
At the centre of the pain

Tighten the noose
Ascend the scaffold
And give in
Assume the position
Bow down your head

ritual to purify
Undo what is, absolve
Everlasting the torture

And it's all dead quiet
At the centre of the pain

And it's all dead quiet
At the centre of the pain