Introducing: The Rot Under The Sun

(álbum: Lift Your Existence - 2013)

Let's just end what we've begun.
I know we're at a loss.
Like the desert, we've become a place to die alone.
A place to die alone.
And if vultures have their reason for desecrating skin,
Then I'll be the rot under the sun.
Are you listening to me?
If dead stalk the living in complicated schemes
Then I'll be the one foot in the grave.
Are you listening to me?

Why does this feel like a bad dream?
(Burning bridges crumbling over you)
Why do I feel so numb?
(Burning bridges crumbling over me)

Let's just end what we've begun.
We were robbed of something more.
Like the desert, we've become a place to die alone.
A place to die alone.
And if junkies have their reasons for penetrating skin,
I'll be the needle in your arm.
Are you listening?
If all the world's a stage where the characters decease,
I'll be the first to kiss the earth.
Are you listening to me?

Why does this feel like a bad dream?
(Burning bridges crumbling over you)
Why do I feel so numb?
(Burning bridges crumbling over me)
Why can't I wake from all the grieving?
Why does this feel like a bad dream?
(Burning bridges crumbling over me)

Kill the sound. It's getting worse.
We're falling deep from poison nerves.

Battling to keep complete.
Is this what we deserve?

Lights go out, we keep from sleep.
We're threatened with a curse.

Tragedy we can't release.
When will we learn?

Why does this feel like a bad dream?
Why do I feel so numb?
(Burning bridges crumbling over me)
Why can't I wake from all the grieving?
Why does this feel like a bad dream?
(Burning bridges crumbling over me)