Take a breather and I'll explain
It's a wager that surely wins
As you heed the call
of the 'be all, end all'
With a needle and threaded pin
It calls your name
And it kills me, too
Now your dead friendʼs gone
Now your dead friendʼs gone
It's a coating I need to shed
But the pain will go underfed
So you freeze in your tracks
and your reasoning cracks
and the weights will hang lower than low
Your demeanor is slow
The disease will then grow
Underneath and underground
When you scream there's not a sound
And away you go, off to ruin
It calls your name
And it kills me, too
Now your dead friendʼs gone
Now your dead friendʼs gone
Blood will flow, my dear friend
Dim the lights into perfect pitch black
My conscience pulled me aside
Don't invite yourself into that world
What surprises are still in store?
What arises from in your core?
No, the demons won't talk
until you finally unlock
And away we go, off to ruin
And away we go, off to ruin
And away we go, off to ruin

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Writer(s): ADAM MARC MCGRATH, CALEB MARK SCOFIELD, JOHN ROBERT CONNERS, STEPHEN BRODSKY