I'd like to think the worry never went to waste Standing at the brink of a self-fulfilling prophesy I feel it blooming in the blood Just another prodigal son You know I'll recant my confession When it's said and done Voices come and go Left no room for self-control Premonition Don't let them inside Don't let them inside Don't let them inside Come falling apart again All I think about is... No witness No weakness Existence arbitrary So reckless between us So hush your defences Our bodies, just empty sleeves Kiss me in this coffin as we Rush on toward nothing Just wasting away Won't you stay and decay with me We know what's coming Voices come and go Left no room for self-control Premonition Don't let them inside Don't let them inside Don't let them inside Come falling apart again All I think about is...