Crawl inside it

Become the sickness

Drink it

Elevate the threshold

Destroy the mind

And you suffocated

You learn to hate (yourself)

And take one the blame

As it burns

(sweeping the ghosts away)

(but they keep coming back)

And it burns

(the sky is turning red)

It burns

We're right at the end

And it's all dead quiet at the centre of the pain

Tighten the noose

Ascend the scaffold

And give in

Assume the position

Bow down your head

A ritual to purify

Undo what is, absolve

Everlasting the torture

And it's all dead quiet at the centre of the pain