歌词
Bodies in a state between life and death.
Holding on to bits until your heart stops dead.
Bodies alive at a much slower rate.
Climbing barriers, there's no open gate.
Mask your face to breathe in air.
That's the kind of something that a man can't bear.
Bodies move language, filled with suspense.
Binding feet, hands, arms, and legs.
Bodies blackened, burned by intent.
Ignited by a future instinct in your head.
Deafening sounds, so viral, intense.
Now you can see why the numbers make sense.
Dark shifting, lines a-curve.
Sending signals, tangling nerves.
Bodies straining, desperately afight.
Clinging to a dream of an afterlife.
Light glaring, no colour, no shape.
Touching the senses before you escape.
Bodies regain from core to core.
Connecting up the future through a parallel door.
Bodies in a state between life and death.
Holding on to bits until your heart stops dead.
Bodies alive at a much slower rate.
Climbing barriers, there's no open gate.
Mask your face to breathe in air.
That's the kind of something that a man can't bear.
Bodies move language, filled with suspense.
Binding feet, hands, arms, and legs.
Bodies blackened, burned by intent.
Ignited by a future instinct in your head.
Deafening sounds, so viral, intense.
Now you can see why the numbers make sense.
Written by: Kode9, Steve Gordon, Steve Goodman, the Spaceape
