Memento Mori

Narrative fear

A fever is dancing in stride – metronome memory

Hypocrisy here is painting a portrait that's dripping with crass composition

Fumbled trust, the father is dead, cathedrals are burning

Lies fuel fires, fear burns red

Now I'm cold, is this over?

Going inside of our, going inside of our heads

When we whisper, "Danger, danger," pull the lever, turn the page

And I burn better in the morning

Heartlessness narratives. Christ, where'd you go?

Impassioned, abandoned. Why, you were wrong

This will die out

Narrative fear

A fever is dancing in stride – metronome memory

Hypocrisy here is painting a portrait that's screaming, "The silence of dying."

Fumbled trust, the father is dead, cathedrals are burning

Lies fuel fire, fear burns read

Going inside of our, going inside of our heads

When we whisper, "Danger, danger. Pull the lever,"

And I burn better in the morning

Heartlessness narratives. Christ, where'd you go?

Impassioned, abandoned. Why, you were wrong

[Talking]

Heartlessness narratives. Christ, where'd you go?

Impassioned, abandoned. Why, you were wrong

We've forgotten how to read, we've forgotten how to believe

The text has gone dark, the author recedes

We've forgotten how to read, we've forgotten how to believe

The text has gone dark, the author recedes