The dregs of the morning drift by greeting us with leaden winged despair So come down It clapsps with crooked hands and tears at the torso, ripping the flesh So come down It leaves but the scum, filth of the earth, stranded poisonous Soak up the arid wasteland through every fibre of my being Hold on to the high crashing wave, it may be our only chance of escape So come down, come down with me, it may be our only chance of escape Lurking in the shadows psychological self loathing violent desire Slaughter the first born the debris of joy it's all that's left But this is my only chance of escape the crashing wave So I'll hold on until I crumble under the weight A stagnant pit of twisted bones and contorted features wrapped in flesh Yet stranded to wallow between the walls of destruction A vacuum created by the desolation and loss of hope a sigh A sighm a fatal glance to the fading pain that crouches in the corner For the night is upon us, the triumphant return of joy Immortality, intensity the need to escape It seems to be coming through in waves the need to escape And beneath its swell the search for absolution continues it's downward spiral I wade through the fifth, terminal hope Its infectious this murder Its infectious, this murderous circus