Unfolding sequence
Competing for the final slide
No needle blackout infrared

Fading out... [x4]

I’m in the right room
But you look nothing like yourself
No commutation to dispel

Fading out... [x4]

Oh they would pick up where they had left
I want it all to come and start again

Imposing offense
Made to uproot what cannot grow
I must make up what I dispose

Fading out... [x4]

Oh they would pick up where they had left
I want it all to come and start again

Burning memory pull at me
Crater land you place before me
One by one singe the sandglass
Searing into now