Tears are drawn up into to fingertips In turn, corrode the stone It was gray when it was meaningful Tears are drawn up into to fingertips In turn, corrode the stone It was gray when it was meaningful Now it blends in with your bones Oh, you could spin a lovely future One scrim between the kiss But on this side, amongst the dimming light I almost don't exist All is lost; peering behind the velvet cloth I had found you like a monolith Five speeds to my exhaust Tearing through the moonlit desert salts Obsidian-eyed and lost Though you exist alone, in parallel Black ring upon your hand Thieving seers had fed you oracles So you met all of my demands All those dreams; soft and uncertain against my teeth Wearing away Two rings, a violent end Away! Away! Asunder! I could talk around in circles Dragging my dull and worn excuse And I'd get whatever i deserve Within the run-out groove Wearing away Two rings, a violent end