[Verse 1: Tomas Haake]

Inside

Watch the core

Of whatever we had left of our lives

The multiplications divide

We drink to quench the thirst to come

With the bones that we left the trap was sprung

[Verse 2: Tomas Haake]

Blind, ancient and malevolent

Cosmos divides

The truth is we never ever had truth in sight

We spat on this purpose

We ate of whatever was left

The chasm beneath us will open and swallow the rest

[Verse 3: Jens Kidman]

Me, the broken cog

You seem to not have understood

Knives out

Strings set in motion

You act like you're surprised

Preemptive strike

Ruin

Chaos

Focus

[Outro: Tomas Haake]

Whispers, murmurs, voices, voices

Whispers, purpose, voices, murmurs

Whispers, murmurs, voices, voices

Whispers, murmurs, voices, purpose