As I walk through the coldness You feel the savoury warmth Your sweet engine will turn my tumours into gold The world has an illness It is a disease called man Crawl into the bitter skies of youth again
You deserve better You deserve more I deserve nothing Arachnid shelter
Images of paralysis Melancholic abrasions melt my nerves I cherish the way you cleanse my troubled eyes Sever my memories in an abyss they freeze like my love we have reached the pinnacle of infinity too soon
You deserve better You deserve more I deserve nothing Arachnid shelter Arachnid shelter
Now all I can trust is pain The clusters of pain feel so real Maybe one day I'll feel the heat of your sun again Slowly I suffocate stitch up my lungs and leave me sober I'll be thinking of you whilst aching for my last breath
You deserve better You deserve more I deserve nothing Arachnid shelter
Your sweet engine will turn my tumours into gold We will gulp 'til we are old T.H.C. brain Gold
Compositores: David Alexander John Mcpherson (David Macpherson), Joseph Edward Morgan, Simon John Taylor (Simon Taylor) ECAD: Obra #16858713