Voices scheme in between the sirens Ulterior static hymns Panic in concussive waves Flashing colors I've never seen Tripping violently Hymn by hymn and limb from limb These horrors begin to map their awful map We know damn well the flames are coming We know damn well So then why does the countdown leave us mesmerized? Like we saw the whites of oblivion's eyes Like we saw them tear a hole in the sky and slither inside Reaching for me... Laughing like the dead warmed over In a casket, I've yet to earn Greeting like a pistol whip Neon pale shades of sick The vermin will always find their way in Drowning in colors I have never seen... Even my disguises have abandoned me