Death Lyrics

Anchor to the bottom
You can see the current
Situation ending
In and out of focus

Floating to the surface
You can see my child
Quality arrangements
Of the constellations

Where everything is turning inside out
You went too far the other way
We'll never get home

[?] to the shoreline
Occupy the picture
Perfect combinations
In the grains of sand

Where everything is turning inside out
You went too far the other way
We'll never get home

The line [?] for time [?]
[?] convalescent hands
Obvious in what they desire

What does the midnight horse contend?
Deeper than they can comprehend
Accelerate all [?] sprawl
Expanded and swollen

Overlooking the idiots at sea

The line [?] for time [?]
[?] convalescent hands
Obvious in what they desire

What does the midnight horse contend?
Deeper than they can comprehend
Accelerate all [?] sprawl
Expanded and swollen