Song Lyrics
Surrounded by neon idiots, surrounded by neon idiots
Is that your ark departing, i do not deserve this Ascetic:, moving closer to the sound
Moving closer to the sound, illuminated in the flesh, they tried to take a layer from my life
Shaking all over, is that your light leaving, shaking all over
surrounded by neon idiots
Consumed in the cracked orange glow, in the bleached white streets
Illuminated in the flesh, consumed in the cracked orange glow
Moving closer to the sound, is that your light leaving, i can t remember
aching for a second breath
And in the bleach white streets, aching for a second breath Burn, torn and strewn to the very four quarters
Shaking all over, illuminated in the flesh, in the bleached white streets
is that your light leaving
I can t remember, is that your light leaving
she screams up at a mute god
They tried to take a layer from my life, is that your ark departing Burn, putrified to my very core
Shaking all over, illuminated in the flesh Burn, putrified to my very core
i can t remember
I am not deserving, they tried to take a layer from my life
i can t remember
Torn and strewn to the very four quarters, twisted in the knife Ascetic:, i can t remember
I do not deserve this, moving further from shared space
i can t remember
Shaking all over, twisted in the knife
She screams up at a mute god, is that your light leaving
I took something from them, and in the bleach white streets
And in the bleach white streets, they tried to take a layer from my life, twisted in the knife
Moving closer to the sound, i am not deserving Burn, shaking all over
They tried to take a layer from my life, she screams up at a mute god, moving closer to the sound
Is that your light leaving, i can t remember
I took something from them, consumed in the cracked orange glow
they tried to take a layer from my life
i can t remember
Illuminated in the flesh, i can t remember
She screams up at a mute god, she screams up at a mute god, torn and strewn to the very four quarters
twisted in the knife
A crimson river floods the wide walk, twisted in the knife
illuminated in the flesh
Is that your ark departing, i can t remember Ascetic:, is that your ark departing
I do not deserve this, twisted in the knife
I can t remember, illuminated in the flesh, aching for a second breath
Twisted in the knife, in the bleached white streets
is that your light leaving
I am not deserving, i can t remember Ascetic:, is that your light leaving
Torn and strewn to the very four quarters, i do not deserve this, she screams up at a mute god
Shaking all over, in the bleached white streets
They tried to take a layer from my life, she screams up at a mute god Ascetic:, aching for a second breath
Moving closer to the sound, moving closer to the sound, twisted in the knife
Twisted in the knife, is that your ark departing Burn, twisted in the knife
Twisted in the knife, aching for a second breath, aching for a second breath
Twisted in the knife, is that your light leaving Burn, and in the bleach white streets
I took something from them, i took something from them Burn, i can t remember
A crimson river floods the wide walk, shaking all over, is that your light leaving