The distance beyond the crowd…the sirens sing a choral symphony
A dissonance in blue and red
Is there existence beyond the clouds? Does a choir sing their welcoming?
Will they cleanse me of all of my impurities?
I feel like I’m close to knowing

Comatose, cold to the touch, from head to toe
From promise to dust
There’s a devil in my head and there’s some trouble he’s gotten me into
I hope I never disappointed you, but this is the science of a man falling apart

In the shadows somewhere in the dark, struggling to beat, lies his heart
Imprisoned in a world she didn’t deserve
Now all the embers fade ‘til there’s nothing else
Just a consequence of it’s former self
It’s a miracle she made it this far
Looks like she’s close to letting go

Comatose, cold to the touch, from head to toe
From promise to dust
There’s a devil in my head and there’s some trouble he’s gotten me into
I hope I never disappointed you, but this is the science of a man falling apart
I’m falling apart
We all go crazy when our backs are against the fence
This is the aftermath, what happens that?
When all the paths we take lead back to where it all begins, This is the aftermath, what happens after that?