This enchantment
Lost in the funhouse again
Immobilised
With my fingers in your head
To touch the vein just once
Without the need to replace
Something primal
Fed upon by the virus of faith
Gridlocked by the storm again
She was only 17
Salvation's just a cut away
Pull the trigger now...
Welcome to the underneath
Nothing viral
Drowning in the image of you
Lie in the arms
These fables of blood and nicotine
Begin this souless sacrifice
A wire machine that's built to fail
Rains down like disease
Rains down like hail
Down so long
Scars fall away
Welcome in...
Welcome to the underneath