[Verse 1] Lean on the brink ’til it yields ’Til it yields ’Til the bone-crack Step into the white-heat void The scorching sun The hollow after-dance [Chorus] Some emerge in ecstasy Some emerge in dread Some are born to the endless night And some... were never fated to stir [Instrumental Break - A swirling, hypnotic organ solo that mimics a carnival carousel turning into a nightmare] [Verse 2] Carve a line from the great unknown To a gasping lung To a hunter’s gaze Out of the dark and into the loom Into the wire Into the shadow’s arms [Chorus] Some emerge in ecstasy Some emerge in dread Some emerge in dread Some were never fated to stir [Bridge -Music drops to a steady, tribal drum beat; spoken in a low, gravelly baritone] The abyss has a long memory... It remembers what the skin forgets. The abyss recalls What the blood denies. [Screamed] Yeah, it recalls! [Chorus - Variation] Some emerge in ecstasy Some emerge in dread Thrust into the canyon’s mouth Dragged beneath the heavy load [Outro] (’Til it yields) (’Til it yields) The brink endures. The gate is closed. The gate is closed! [Instrumental Fade]
