It makes me stronger to feel I'd have to sink

To run away from here 

It kills me slower to loyally hesitate

And speak while you can't hear

I'm going under experimental hate 

To measure up my skill

I'm falling deeper, my lips are getting grey

Disclosing how it feels


If your stars and my numbers work out

I still believe

That your stars and my numbers work out

I feed the need

That your stars and my numbers work out

I'm taking heed

For your stars and my numbers

Work out


Distorted mechanical cries

Revolving their colored waveforms in this nuclear sky

Distorted mechanical cries

Feeding that radicated fear of unnatural smiles 

Distorted mechanical cries

Tracking this newborn sun down in a sudden spring night

Distorted mechanical cries


It makes me stronger…