Bodies in a state between life and death
Holding on to bits until your heart stops dead
Bodies alive at a much slower rate
Climbing barriers, there's no open gate
Mask your face to breathe in air
That's the kind of something that a man can't bear
Bodies move language, filled with suspense
Binding feet, hands, arms, and legs
Bodies blackened, burned by intent
Ignited by a future instinct in your head
Deafening sounds, so viral, intense
Now you can see why the numbers make sense
Dark shifting, lines a-curve
Sending signals, tangling nerves
Bodies straining, desperately afight
Clinging to a dream of an afterlife
Light glaring, no colour, no shape
Touching the senses before you escape
Bodies regain from core to core
Connecting up the future through a parallel door
Bodies in a state between life and death
Holding on to bits until your heart stops dead
Bodies alive at a much slower rate
Climbing barriers, there's no open gate
Mask your face to breathe in air
That's the kind of something that a man can't bear
Bodies move language, filled with suspense
Binding feet, hands, arms, and legs
Bodies blackened, burned by intent
Ignited by a future instinct in your head
Deafening sounds, so viral, intense
Now you can see why the numbers make sense
Holding on to bits until your heart stops dead
Bodies alive at a much slower rate
Climbing barriers, there's no open gate
Mask your face to breathe in air
That's the kind of something that a man can't bear
Bodies move language, filled with suspense
Binding feet, hands, arms, and legs
Bodies blackened, burned by intent
Ignited by a future instinct in your head
Deafening sounds, so viral, intense
Now you can see why the numbers make sense
Dark shifting, lines a-curve
Sending signals, tangling nerves
Bodies straining, desperately afight
Clinging to a dream of an afterlife
Light glaring, no colour, no shape
Touching the senses before you escape
Bodies regain from core to core
Connecting up the future through a parallel door
Bodies in a state between life and death
Holding on to bits until your heart stops dead
Bodies alive at a much slower rate
Climbing barriers, there's no open gate
Mask your face to breathe in air
That's the kind of something that a man can't bear
Bodies move language, filled with suspense
Binding feet, hands, arms, and legs
Bodies blackened, burned by intent
Ignited by a future instinct in your head
Deafening sounds, so viral, intense
Now you can see why the numbers make sense
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