Lyric

This is the archive of strife

Methods of isolation

Just like fiction to you

Because we're no longer

In your world

Expose, expose

Expose the wounds

Myriad claims

Painkiller

So show me how deep it cuts

How deep, how sharp

Deepest wounds

They shout to each other

"It's your fault."

(You all,) the children of

Curses and procrastination

Perception is lost

Paralysis consumes us

Expose, expose

Expose the wounds

Myriad claims

Embalming

So show me how deep it cuts

Blood we shed, blood we'll shed

Blood for fame, mercy and profit

Our apathy will forever

Hold us back

Perception is lost

Paralysis consumes us all

Cover us up

Bury us out of sight

6 inch trance

Blindly subscribed

The murk fills the room