7 Angels 7 Plagues
Silent Deaths, Crowded Lives
With plastic face designs, face designs
Covered over a hell-infested you
Your fingerprints marked in blood, marked in blood
Helpless to save, useless to name you

Useless to purify
A lingering sin
In rubber rooms
That float
Every bounding speck
A memoir
Your devoted laughter
Silence

No one listens
No one listens
No one listens

A world full of ears become deaf
As they scratch at the scars, they scratch at the scars
A world full of ears become deaf
As they scratch at the scars, they scratch at the scars

Scratch at the scars
Scratch at the scars, scratch at the scars
Scratch at the scars
Scratch at the scars, they scratch at the scars
Scratch at the scars
A world full of ears become deaf as they scratch at the scars
But blood still drips from their eyes
A world full of ears become deaf as they scratch at the scars
But blood still drips from their eyes, but blood still drips

With plastic
Face designs
We become fools to your lies
Hopeless to save, useless to name
With plastic
Face designs
We become fools to your lies
Hopeless to save, useless to name
Hopeless to save, useless to name
We become fools to your lies
Hopeless to save, useless to name
Your every desire to, your every desire to die