Adorn the bones, the ego crowned where the sun was drowned in the evening's gown for Saint Oblivion. They bathe in the glow, where nothing grows in Leviathan's gaze and delusion's haze of Saint Oblivion. They carve the eyes into their flesh and pull on my veins that lead them further down this path to burdened dreams into oblivion. (We'll sing in curses.) Sing, we're all drowning, sing, we're devoured.