There Only Is

Reminiscent screams Like womb dreams From ridding yourself Of your own existence The pendulum it sways Like an empty noose Still your thoughts compress And you weep and sigh Inside Adolescent naievity You spawned my Optimism Whos head you wore On your coat of arms Youre the champion Of my bleeding heart (Screaming) When you're shrouded in Baptismal brine For the dawning of The great rebirth Dont forget your name When your number's called Or you may end up causing the end of us all (Singing) Whos head you wore On you're coat of arms Youre the champion Of my bleeding heart