Lyrics

This is not a drill,
Crowns caught in collapse,
This carcass must be filled… in,

Sit down in leaves, be still,
A sedentary blaze,
Fed by all the dead, grins,

This is not a drill,
A pulse inside a hole,
An emptiness we all… can feel,
An emptiness that’s always real…

You find us at the end,
There’s silence in the night,
They’re coming around your house,
It’s already started.

You made this deal with him,
But many years have passed,
You’re laughing it off, but then,
At midnight it’s serious.

Your heady goals,
the sinews in your ends have gone again,
pulled back from the edge of everywhere.

My credit cards can kill,
My appetites and friends,
This carcass must be filled… in,
The emptiness will always win.

So let’s go,
These streets that once enchanted make me ill,
The underground advancement doesn’t care.

So find us at the end,
lit by bonfire light,
They found me at my house,
The day it started,

Now all the deals are off,
and finally we’re free,
to start it all again,
The wreckage is here in us.

You find us at the end,
There’s silence in the night,
You’re laughing it off but then,
At midnight it’s serious.