[Intro] [distorted guitar chugging, syncopated drum hits] [sustained synth pad] [Verse 1] [gritty male vocals] Time is a flat circle The clock hands drown in blacken tide A face in the water eyes open wide You've been here before you'll be here again The ripple spell what the dead can't say [growled vocals] The ripple spell what the dead can't say And the voice in the deep is pulling you away [Chorus] [full band, driving double-kick drums] [melodic shouting] Do you hear the bells? They're ringing for you The water rises, the light dies slow A hand on your shoulder but no one is there The drowning hour is the hour you choose The clock strikes thirteen, the outcasts pay And the last thing you see is yourself looking in [Verse 2] [distorted guitar riffing] The worst kind of haunted is the kind you carry The mirror weeps, the glass runs red A name on the surface you dread to read Some debts aren't paid in coin The floor turns liquid, the walls turn vein And the thing in the dark is wearing your skin [guttural growl] [Chorus] [heavy distorted guitars, crashing cymbals] Do you hear the bells? They're ringing for you The water rises, the light dies slow A hand on your shoulder but no one is there The drowning hour is the hour you choose The clock strikes thirteen, the outcasts pay And the last thing you see is yourself looking in [Bridge] [half-time feel, heavy chugging] Do you hear the bells? They're ringing for you The water rises, the light dies slow A hand on your shoulder but no one is there The drowning hour is the hour you choose The clock strikes thirteen, the outcasts pay And the last thing you see is yourself looking in [Outro] [music drops to atmospheric synth and clean guitar] [whispered vocals] When you drown just remember the ripples stop but the echo stays And the face in the dark is yours in the haze Tick, talk, tick, talk [fades out with water sound effects]
