[Verse 1: Zach Quinn]

I'll paint my eyes

To break my stuttered gaze with no reply

I hold my everything

Devout enough to lose

Easy to replace

Predicated grieving in the slots of foreign cues

And I'm grateful for my blessings, save a few

[Chorus: Zach Quinn]

Isolate imbued with no remission

Temples twinge of pride

Depiction of vision

Notions pouring out all molten slow

Await the doorbell

[Verse 2: Zach Quinn]

Waste not our time

Moon hangs sullenly, abets the climb

Hand held anonymous

I beg for clemency

Clinging to your wayside patiently

[Spoken: Zach Quinn]

Rock and roll

[Chorus: Zach Quinn]

Isolate imbued with no remission

Temples twinge of pride

Depiction of vision

Notions pouring out all molten slow

Await the doorbell