[Verse 1] I put out a cigarette, and watch the candle fade Remembering things I know I'll forget Dying in the arms of a minute too late We scratch at the plaster to find the old paint A feverish habit, a beautiful fault No grace in the waiting, no peace in the weight Just the salt on the tongue, and the lock on the vault [Chorus] [Harmony: High operatic counter-melody, phonetic and soaring] Pull the thread until the fabric screams! [Harmony: High 3rd urgent belt] We are spilling through the seams of our own design! Was it ever really mine? [Harmony: Lush, reverb-drenched pedal point] Just a sudden, heavy shine in the cold [Verse 2] The tires are spinning on wet gravel drive You’re screaming the lyrics to songs we despised The distortion is eating the edge of the room A glorious, deafening, chemical bloom We don't need a map where the borders have bled Just the noise in our heads [Chorus] [Harmony: High operatic counter-melody, phonetic and soaring] Pull the thread until the fabric screams! [Harmony: High 3rd urgent belt] We are spilling through the seams of our own design! Was it ever really mine? [Harmony: Lush, reverb-drenched pedal point] Just a sudden, heavy shine in the cold [Bridge] [Harmony: Low 5th drone, darkwave style] Underneath the wash of the chorus pedal We are trying to settle the score with the ghost [Harmony: Operatic vocalise rising to a scream] Who wanted it most? Who wanted it most? The noise is the only thing keeping us whole [Instrumental Solo: Synth Bass Wobble - Deep, saturated sub-bass growl cutting through frantic 138 BPM punk drums, wide-panned buzzsaw guitars collapsing into a low-frequency modulated filter sweep] [Chorus] [Harmony: High operatic counter-melody, phonetic and soaring] Pull the thread until the fabric screams! [Harmony: High 3rd urgent belt] We are spilling through the seams of our own design! Was it ever really mine? [Harmony: Lush, reverb-drenched pedal point] Just a sudden, heavy shine in the cold
