Crawl in
Enter the institution
Arboria
Cult of the acid kings
They will show you the way
And then make you their own
The shadows hand gripping
Lay the drop on the tongue
Submering into the black hole
The bleeding skull
Worship the vessel that guides you
Keeps you and blinds you
Come my son
Waiting for you
Your rise and fall
Enter dimensional hole
Crawl inside
You know the way
The lonely road
Leading to yours
Bleeding is your third eye
And once you will reach the edge
Nothing is real
I've seen the end
In technicolor
Follow me there
Inhale youreself
Too late now
Crawl out of the dimensional hole
Shed the skin of old
You feel it
Its your constant lie
Bleed the end away
And now you lay brainwashed and drained
Entombed in their embrace forever
Come my son
Waiting for you
Your rise and fall
Bleed the skulls dry
Bleed the skulls dry
Bleed the skulls dry
Bleed the skulls