Hear their lungs Gnaw dormant quiet Strip fine words And carve ill thoughts Loud is bellow Of their bodies (that) floats With no answer Bestowed ♪ See them bowed again By their own hubris With the red teeth grin To the world apleased Now a hollow mind That resignedly tides Is a gift of selves Once they'd left behind ♪ When they all drift in the wake of dreams On fattening gleams of desire Then the light will ooze from open wounds From open wounds to expire