Distant feeling Bleeds right through It's in your arms now It's over soon Sharpen the knife Cut me open Sharpen the knife Sever the limb Four years talking, but nothing's new Stitches like seams, to close the wound I've tried to temper but it's seeping through This itching feeling And the white noise too Distant feeling Bleeds right through It's in your hands now It's over soon Slit right open Stir the masses Sky turns golden And Life bypasses Life in past tense Brightest blight Heat transcends Into white light It's in your hands now As it drifts away No tomorrow Only yesterday I've tried to temper but it's seeping through This itching feeling And the white noise too You can't see it but it's bleeding through The stitches need to be taut Left is The Noble Rot