Al di là
Eyes open now
Feet sweating on satin
Flickering pain lighting up
Hitch me to the reaper, the reaper
Theater curtain, studded vest
This limbo you breathe in
Eerie cold in my chest
Why are you collecting plastic?
Why all the trash?
Stone-colored hands too brittle to move
"Its closer than ever
Did you hear that faint roar?"
Sandprints, overdosed, you've fallen off now
You lost now, the neuro-bombs implode
She turns over and slides closer
I have earned my urn
"I have earned my urn
The one that's left at my gravesite
Next to the name tattooed on your hand"
Flower blooming from inside a skull, skull
Hem of the horizon
The madness of all things
