[Verse 1]

April night-time

And we run like muscles through the stagnant nodes of man

Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses

To disarm the stars within us

[Verse 2]

Hornet Hive-dark

Severed wings in vainless beating

Buzz out from an inferno of fangs

To disarm the stars within us

[Chorus]

We should have been

So much more by now

Too dead inside

To even know the guilt

[Verse 3]

Waning ring-deep

A halo of thorns

Sips now down in the sheets of sharp silver

To disarm the stars within us

[Chorus]

We should have been

So much more by now

Too dead inside

To even know the guilt

To even know the guilt