Purify mother with the boy's tainted blood
Underneath the pale luminous all-seeing eye
Phantoms and whispers know what's to come
As the cold air crystallizes the lungs
City lights will look like souls
Confessing to the wind
Flickering lives tell dead men's stories
Conveyor of solace in shadow's form
Neon lights will witness what is to come
Ripping out needles from jaundiced arms
F*cking zombie never knows when enough is enough
City lights will look like souls
Confessing to the wind
Flickering lives tell dead men's stories
How did I get here?