Your instincts all turn to ash,
This night in the afternoon.
The fire's burning,
So let me in.
Our enemy's here,
We'll be the death of you.
Living like clouds,
Leave us all alone.
Twisted insides,
We don't belong.
Come by the hearse,
Say your farewells.
Deprived of conscience,
Retreat to our underworld.
Absconder of the absconders,
Traitor of the traitors.
Could you cut us one more time to kill us again?
Would you enslave us to your means once more?
