Preoccupations
Slowly
Take me away from unnecessary conversations
Faithlessly patient with unintended consequences

Disappearing into the ether
At four o'clock in the morning
With the world spinning slowly

Remember to wake me for cemetery violations
Nobody knows where the secondary catacomb could be

Disappearing into the ether
At four o'clock in the morning
With the world spinning slowly

When you hate what you've become
And you'rе waiting for the day
But the day waits for no one

Carry mе where we'll remain

Sneaking away to escape impending invitations
We were so close there was nothing left at all between us

Disappearing into the ether
At four o'clock in the morning
With the world spinning slowly
When you hate what you've become
And you're waiting for the day
But the day waits for no one

Carry me where we'll remain

In pain
And drink the rain
Let down our guard
And break apart

A different strain
Of fluorescent flame
That's spinning through space
Rejected and left in disgrace

When you hate what you've become
And you're waiting for the day
But the day waits for no one