Comfort From Nothing

Caught in a landslide

Losing belief

Give in your power

Trust in the machine

Storm

Running the deep

Bury the root

Sprouting the beast

Cold

Crushing it down

Given the space

Drip is the feed

Hearing the voices I expected they'd come for me

Given the choice I thought that they'd comfort me

But they don't

But they don't

But they don't

But they don't

Keep falling backward

Land on your feet

Still running faster

Refusing defeat

Crawl

Blood on your knees

Follow a dream

Affinity

Dig

Rising above

Over the peak

High is achieved

Hearing the voices I expected they'd come for me

Given the choice I thought that they'd comfort me

But they don't

But they don't

But they don't

But they don't

Give me all you've got

Wipe the dirt off my face

Give me all you've got

Or become a disgrace

Give me all you've got

Paranoia

Selfish need to mutilate

Schizophrenic

Chaos syndrome in disgrace

Wipe the dirt off my face

Lay your trust into my bloody hands

I know that you'll understand

Hostile

Proliferation of the sick

Devour

Annihilation of the meek

Wipe the dirt off my face

Pay for me to beat you to the ground

Bury you above it now