Clouds separate Feel it crumble underneath We've been circling the drain These days Melt from the rain Feel you clogging up my veins Sayonara terra Bad before its date I'll turn my back on the train The blood will decorate And this time My stain Will fade Sharks suffocate Fins are withering away And all this effort never paid Still the same Dig through the pain I will burrow in your grave I could tear away The spaces where i stay I'll turn my back on the train The blood will decorate This time, that face Is hanging in my brain This time, my stain