I've got a heart full of pale chords

Whilst you have empty threats

At the bottom of a glass

All I see is darkness

And in between

A feeling I can’t forget

A coldness that's creeping in

Why should we live in and out of consciousness?

Where black and white is red and green

I'd rather know if you’re smiling through your crooked teeth

Than throw me in the deep end

Expecting me to swim

Perish

At the hands of another

Are you a heretic, a saint or a martyr?

Even though these currents pull us under

I know we'll swim to the surface once again

Keep fighting the good fight until you're satisfied

Underneath a dying sun, look after number one

All I see is death and in between paradise or pain

I'd rather know if I'm marching towards a damaged phase

Nothing but stuck into place

A fucking early grave

My cage, my cell

My personal hell

Even though these currents pull me under

I know we'll swim to the surface once again

Keep fighting the good fight until you're satisfied

Underneath the dying sun, look after number one

My screws are shaking loose

In love with my own depression

I've seen the seven faces of hell

It’s the only thing that’s consistent

Push the button and reset

We're finally deserving what we get

Sew open wounds up to cut the circulation

Perish

At the hands of another

Are you a heretic, a saint or a martyr?