I don’t need a place to sleep in Find me hanging from your ceiling Hook me up when I need feeding Mouth tastes like my brain is bleeding I saw sound in colour You were terrifying Seething, breathing fire Your forked tongue was lying On the table bread is breathing In the bushes creatures breeding On the floor where I am kneeling Watching all the layers peeling I saw sound in colour You were terrifying Seething, breathing fire Your forked tongue was lying Get through to the dawn, That’s when I’ll be leaving Get through to the dawn, That’s when I’ll be leaving Get through to the dawn, That’s when I’ll be leaving Get through to the dawn, That’s when I’ll be leaving I have to make it through, I’m looking for some detachment, And when the cycle breaks I will never fall I will never crawl again I saw sound in colour You were terrifying Seething, breathing fire Your forked tongue was lying [The end of this song includes incomprehensible voices and miscellaneous music, as well as what sounds like gunshots]