We’re moving silent
We move like a serpents
This cold dead black heart we keep in a box

We keep collections
Perverse selections
The metal and the soul transcends us all

Head down, Walk proud
This human wanting
This human craving
The skin has tales of desire
Black leather
Whips
... or whatever

The sun goes red, expands, and loves us all

We turn to cinder
We turn to dust
Abiogenesis has nothing on us
We turn to cinder
We turn to dust
Half-life dead stop

They all go absent
These gods desert us
We take our paradise and do what we want

With no more futures
Remove the sutures
Open up the flesh and let it flow

Last call countdown
It’s the beginning
Of this new ending
We’re all new gods we bring rain
And lightning
And thunder

The sun goes red, expands, and loves us all

We turn to cinder
We turn to dust
Abiogenesis has nothing on us
We turn to cinder
We turn to dust
Half-life dead stop