Slow Motion Crash (Cover)

Lacquer-black and sterilized A needle for the paradigm we prize We genuflect to hollow screens And sharpen incisors on the fading silver dreams The architect of appetite has fastened every strap We bow inside his perfect trap This is the new regime of friction A pulse without a bloodstream's rhythm Clicking Clicking We sway in calculated eclipse A metronome of the collapse Elegant and absolute The violent patience of the trap acute We sway in calculated eclipse No ghost inside the instrument's grip So beautiful and so neatly stripped We crash in slow motion, perfectly equipped Pristine, the monochrome ballet A scalpel dressed in courtesy's display You carved your name into the static's hum And bled a frequency that paid for apathy to come The exit wounds are identical and clean A pattern only the machine has seen This is the new regime of friction A pulse without a bloodstream's rhythm Clicking Clicking We sway in calculated eclipse A metronome of the collapse Elegant and absolute The violent patience of the trap acute We sway in calculated eclipse No ghost inside the instrument's grip So beautiful and so neatly stripped We crash in slow motion, perfectly equipped Sever the nerve Sever the need you serve The body is a dull machine that only listens when it bleeds Hush now, let the silence plant its seeds Hush now The rhythm is your chastity The rhythm is the lock, your only key A metronome of the collapse We sway in calculated eclipse (The hollow and the elegant) We sway in calculated eclipse (The hollow and the elegant) We sway in calculated eclipse A metronome of the collapse We sway in calculated eclipse No ghost inside the instrument's grip So beautiful and neatly stripped We crash in slow motion, perfectly equipped We sway in calculated eclipse A metronome of the collapse Elegant and absolute The violent patience of the trap acute So beautiful and neatly stripped We crash in slow motion, perfectly equipped