prepare your sleep apparatus
and while you sleep, they will come and get you tonight
Let them take what they've been missing!
What if forensics finds the answers
What if they stole my fingerprints?
Where did I leave my book of matches?
We'll find you...
amnesia proletariat, amnesia proletariat, malfunction, malfunction, whispers in the year 300 MHz
This dance is out of rhythm, we trip on excess steps, postponed at the first showing.
You speak in tongues, tremors that warn us of ourselves.
Nothing bleeds like, walk away born in hearts, etched in cold, at the first showing.