Through the long sleep darkness bleeds
Through the silver and I
Reminded the layout as the wings they all died
And it all hates like you
Destroys the message
Another open eye to secrets
With plans to scrape them clean
And I have stacked them higher than anyone believed
And it downplays the scene
It all comes crashing!

Don't be removed
I got you where I said that I would always put you
And I'm heading for the bottom, the bottom of you
And I'm heading for the bottom, the bottom of you
The bottom of you!

Come and take me over
The lights have been removed
With pieces at ankles, we answered
And it all tastes like you
And all it captures
Take on me as long as you think that you can handle
And taking me to truth
And tearing me from scandal
And it all saves like you define disaster!

Don't be removed
I got you where I said that I would always put you
And I'm heading for the bottom, the bottom of you
And I'm heading for the bottom, the bottom of you
The bottom of you

(And I don't die like you)
(Tormented skies)
(Treated to taste and outlast the Sun)
(I design what ails)

I design, design, design what ails
Design, design, design what ails

Don't be removed
I got you where I said that I would always put you
And I'm heading for the bottom, the bottom of you
And I'm heading for the bottom, the bottom of you

Coldest of the cold stay outside
Bring on harm's way

Coldest of the cold stay outside
Bring on harm's way
Coldest of the cold stay outside
Bring on harm's way
Bring on harm's way
Bring on harm's way!

Composição: Brock Lindow / Steve Holt / Thomas Noonan