• Toasted inside-out
    The cheers get diminished by
    Spurs racing feverishly on silhouettes
    With this worn-out fall
    I boast about my homecoming decision

    Detected I've risen out of
    My seamless prison held tightly
    In these trembling fists
    They cannot feel the dew
    The serpent lied

    With my forces dwindling for no reason
    I crack and lose edifices
    I'd say that the spindles should
    Get behind and pierce the flask

    And there's no resisting of the temptation
    Pictured by the saddest night
    So then I run to Orion's prison
    And weave what may save me from you

    The light reaches my toes
    I must get up but my will is
    Diminished by unwanted silhouettes
    In my own words, you'll become something
    But that's like wearing those silhouettes

    Detected I've risen out of
    Your dreamless prison held tightly
    Within your pessimist's plague
    It cannot call on the dew
    The serpent lied

    With my forces dwindling for no reason
    I break and lose relevant pieces
    I'd say that the spindles should
    Get behind and finish the task

    And there's no resisting of the temptation
    Pictured by the dullest night
    So then I run to Orion's prison
    And weave what may save me from you

    The serpent lied
    So then I run to Orion's prison
    If that's what you'll boast as your decision
    As I weave what may save me from you