We're a lost cause We've made our bed now we'll die in it Your hands grow tired as you grip this vase of porcelain So open up the jar pandora, see what lies within Mirrors spill onto the ground, birds fly away due to the sound And we are left with nothing but the heat of our reflection Swim in blood Let the water turn to acid Burning sun, in the desert we call home Swim in blood Let the water turn to air Burning sun, and a desert as our deathbed Suffocate us in mass graves We will not have funerals