Paroles: Somato Sensory. Life On Autopilot. A Song For The Rotton.

Tonight this winter grows
No blue eyes, no green eyes there's just black holes
Razorblades will distribute the doses
And all our secrets will drip from our noses

Here our last breath will be our greatest
Souls are aching to be the forgotten herd
With rotten dust for rotting brains
So take a deep breath in
And follow me to a place that's cold
Where I can't walk alone
Sit in the thrown to my left
For I am the emperor of regret

The same feeling I get when I watch as the acrobat falls net-less
Or think about why I continue when I don't want anymore

Who knows why faces lose their beauty
Or why we feel the need to explain
I'll set you up for the let down
Currency is a tool now
We'll fall from artificial grace
Darkness will grow darker
We'll breathe like fish and swim away

Here our last breath will be our greatest
Souls are aching to be the forgotten herd
With rotten dust for rotting brains
So take a deep breath in
And follow me to a place that's cold
Where I can't walk alone
Sit in the thrown to my left
For I am the emperor of regret

Rotting, Rotting, Sit in the thrown to my left
For I am the emperor of regret

(Thanks to Jill for these lyrics)