Pseudo, squander, plummet, crunch
On the feet of the gods do the endless munch
Hunger, open, whoosh, wind, boom
The ash-grey Door of Doom

The moon is still
The stars are still
The wind is still still
But not completely gone

Boom, black circles in the dust
Spinning on a wind deprived of its lust
The sky above is bent and swings
To the sound of silent things

I can't have it all
Flee the moment and the moment will find you
I can't take the call, but I can hear it
Yeah, I can hear it

I can't find the words
Speak of the devil and the devil will find you
I'm here but not at all
But not at all

And we know that within
Our model of a human heart is doomed
And still there is that gleaming silence
Underneath a gaping sky and an empty moon

No need to operate to save my life

The time is coming, quickly sliding soon
So soon all the breaths in the world stop breathing
And so, consumed

Arrive