Pale Iris

A false moon appeared
A mimic or a mirror
Like two coins in the sky
Covering the eyes of a corpse

Lunar dead ringer
The world doesn't know we are here
And God is indifferent
His finger on the sun
A needle to the fire

A bullet between the eyes
Two coins in the sky

There's blood inside this void I swallow
No one left to breach or follow
I'm dreaming inside your head
I find the lie that leaves me ruined

The earth will close into a pale iris
Inside the black is a deeper dark within nothing

Acolytes of predetermined cycles
Defecting to a lie of free will
A needle to the fire

A bullet between the eyes of the world
Like two coins in the sky

There's blood inside this void I swallow
No one left to breach or follow
I'm dreaming inside your head
I find the lie that leaves me ruined

Flooding out a secret hollow
Inside the well is a deeper hole and it grows
I'm dreaming inside your head
I find the lie that leaves me ruined

Dried souls beseech the bluest void
Empty bones seek sinew

Return to the dirt

Catalyst to chaos, remaining hope is shed
I hate the truth of my capacity for ruin

Into nothing
Inheriting the chaos of creation from the fire
Into nothing
I let these thoughts live in me
And bring about the end

Flooding out a secret hollow
Inside the well is a deeper hole

There's blood inside this void I swallow
No one left to breach or follow
I'm dreaming inside your head
I find the lie that leaves me ruined

Flooding out a secret hollow
Inside the well is a deeper hole and it grows
I'm dreaming inside your head
I find the lie that leaves me ruined

Two coins in the sky
Inside the black is a deeper dark within nothing