I plead intentions I don't have a spine Rapture reeled my dream But we all have to die Can you see I'm bearing rites? Can you see I'm going to bleed? Burn in me, burn on me Spiral. Will you speak out in the end? I plead night terrors Inside my dome I reeled all echoes in But we all have to go Can you see I'm bearing rites? Can you see I'm going to bleed? Burn in me, burn on me Spiral. Will you speak out in the end? It crawls like shadow Crouching in thresholds, lurking in the downfall of man It crawls and it paves the way For division and derision and dying desire. And an ending that is half a relief And it creates It creates the kingdom of spineless decisions Conclusive incisions replace the skin of sensation with wrapping paper And it sounds off It has the sound of shame And it collects The aftermath of silent stares