The swarms that I speak are the wrists I have cut
By flooding the tubs where the warmth held below
The lockets believe that the secret of love
Has caught its own tail and it just won't give up

When I breathe
The heavens can't hold me
And I can't believe anymore
The light brings
The highest execution
Show me the wings I must cut

In your landfill days
These are desperate graves
Give me the altar, red will shine
The pendulum won't wait
In your landfill days
These are desperate graves
Give me the altar, red will shine
The pendulum won't wait

If I slay your spirit with twin current volts
That weak in your knees in the pit of my palms
Dressed in the slurs of bovine engines
To feast upon the carcass of your mother

When I breathe
The heavens can't hold me
And I can't believe anymore
The light brings
The highest execution
Show me the wings I must cut

In your landfill days
These are desperate graves
Give me the altar, red will shine
The pendulum won't wait
In your landfill days
These are desperate graves
Give me the altar, red will shine
The pendulum won't wait

When I turn the dial and leave the gas on
I'm the matchstick that you'll never lose
These are the splinters made from a single-blade
I'm the matchstick that you'll never lose
I'm like the key that locks you in
I'm the matchstick that you'll never lose
When you wear the burning of all my ferns
I'm the matchstick that you'll never lose

In your landfill days
These are desperate graves
Give me the altar, red will shine
The pendulum won't wait
In your landfill days
These are desperate graves
Give me the altar, red will shine
The pendulum won't wait
In your landfill days
These are desperate graves
Give me the altar, red will shine
The pendulum won't wait
In your landfill days
These are desperate graves
Give me the altar, red will shine
The pendulum won't wait

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Writer(s): Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez