[Instrumental intro] [Verse 1] Obsidian stars, A bleached-white sky, Where death is breath, And the living die. Not here, Yet so near. Not here, Yet so near. You fall to the heights... Plummet down Just to fly. [Break] Eyes wide open, Blind to the light, My mind is stained, But it claws for the night. My bones are clean, Yet they rot out of sight... [Chorus] Oh, the obsidian stars And the bleached-white sky. Where death is breath, And the living die. Obsidian stars And the bleached-white sky. We’ve taken the ticket. To the void where we fry. [Post-Chorus] It's the anti-sphere. Anti-sphere. It's the anti-beat. Anti-Beat. [Instrumental break] [Bridge] And my mind is stained, But it claws for the night. My bones are clean, Yet they rot out of sight... You fall to the heights, Plummet down Just to fly. Eyes wide open, Blind to the light. Not here, Yet so near. Not here, Yet so near.... [Instrumental break] [Instrumental interlude] [Verse 2] Obsidian stars, A bleached-white sky, Where death is breath, And the living die. Not here, Yet so near. Not here, Yet so near. You fall to the heights... Plummet down Just to fly. [Break] Eyes wide open, Blind to the light, My mind is stained, But it claws for the night. My bones are clean, Yet they rot out of sight... [Chorus] Oh, the obsidian stars And the bleached-white sky. Where death is breath, And the living die. Obsidian stars And the bleached-white sky. We’ve taken the ticket. To the void where we fry. [Post-Chorus] It's the anti-sphere. Anti-sphere. It's the anti-beat. Anti-Beat. [Instrumental break] [Instrumental outro] [Final Chorus] It's the anti-sphere. Anti-sphere. It's the anti-beat. Anti-Beat. It's the anti-sphere. Anti-sphere. It's the anti-beat. Anti-Beat. ... We’ve taken the ticket. To the void where we fry... [End]
