Texty: Strung Out. Exile In Oblivion. Analog.

through the coolest haze
of this dreamlike maze
it has begun
and all i wanted you near

with these wounds i bled
a perfect tone of red in isolation
through the swollen eyes of the dying

and my waking dreams we're all dying
to become what we swore we never would

now i watch and mourn in bloom

you take the way you know
i'll take the road unknown
and meet you there
at the end of time

we are frequency
we are tragedy
we are the love
we need to keep us here

we are the dying we are the lonely ones
we are the waiting forever faithful
when i see you on the other side
i will not be the same
as i was when i was yours

how i wanted you near!!!

we are the dying we are the lonely ones
we are the waiting forever faithful
when i see you on the other side
i will not be the same
as i was when i was yours