The streets are screaming. They're wailing and weeping.
Hearts beating through our ears.
All those peripheral numbers decaying.
Listen to the lights melt and devastate inhibition.

The strings are singing. They're scraping and weaving to create.
Listen to the lights melt and devastate inhibition.
This is why we're here, to push expectations away.
To let our legs give out and give our hands away.

To weave these threads...
To weave these threads...
To weave these threads... into creation.

This is why we're here, to push expectations away.
To let our legs give out and give our hands away.

And we watch ourselves one by one break free, turning into threads,
entwining into place, dropping into place.
Wash off the dirt and wipe away inhibition.
This sound, it reins conviction over insecurity.
This noise, it burns away the old,
revealing naked threads, perfect for the weaving.