no pressure here

no light for years

red pill down

god help us all

im guilty im hiding it well

conscience calls 

the guilty home

 

there just below the surface of the concrete lives the devils son

 

we captured time

we filmed it all

close your eyes

you should not see

im dead but i'm taking it well

pray for hell

pray for us

 

conserve the vile

the end begins

 

you don't want to throw that away

you don't want to be so fucking needed

you don't want to see it

 

all the ends come marching in

beginning to open up the sky and

reach your hand in

 

through i didn't know...thought i...

god damn.