Stereo Nucleosis
Wherever dreams are better left to die
We burn our eyes under salt-colored skies
I got a rhyme, but got no reason
I can't forget and don't know why
Bloodless, but breathing
No hope
Bloodless, but breathing
No hope now
You take the path that takes away your reason
The fog is thick and it's so easy now
You push your weight, but your brain is sleeping
Amass a horde of men to follow down
Bloodless, but breathing
No hope
Bloodless, but breathing
No hope now
Writer/s: Aaron Beam, David Sullivan, John Bryant Sherman, Maurice Bryan Giles
