Single-coil tenebrae
Mechanics pushing hard
Modern age, hidden decay
Coded in the blood
Hold my hand, tight within
Broken as we wait for the end
Hold my hand, scar my skin
To end is better than to mend
The waste from all that's burned away
The moment that we part
The centuries after today
Survival in the dark
Hold my hand, tight within
Broken as we wait for the end
Hold my hand, scar my skin
To end is better than to mend
Tear it all away, the sky above the port
Burn the ends that fray, above a ground that rots
