This is forced up from the world of whispers
Where terror and negation are out on an endless prowl
I'm just trying to summon
I'm just trying to summon the memory of pre-epidemic
Existence while nursing bruised ideals, which combat human shortcomings

We are all transitional creatures
We are all transitional creatures
We are all transitional creatures
Who destroy ourselves in slow motion
In our terror and in our ignorance we do the very things
Which aggravate the calamity and increase the death rate

Each fate, each fate, each fate is no more than a refrain
Fluttering around a few bloodstains

And nothing can keep you from bleeding
And nothing can keep you from bleeding
And nothing can keep you from bleeding
Ideas themselves turn red and encroach upon us
Like tumors in a philosophiocal stupor

We are merely puppets
We are merely puppets
We are merely puppets stuffed with red junk
The soul's inferno drowns the blood out

Life is that which decomposes
At every moment with every movement
Life is that which decomposes
With every moment at every movement
Life is that which decomposes
At every moment with every movement
Life is that which decomposes
At every moment with every movement

Puppets, puppets, puppets

We all just heretics of existence
Banished to the community of the living
Whose sole virtue
Your sole virtue
Whose sole virtue is waiting gasping
For something wich is not death

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