We gather matters of the heart
So we can act a fool
It's incomplete without you
The silver soul is running through
It's a vision,
Сomplete illusion.
The needle on the spinning wheel
Collecting silver coil
It gathers heat without you,
Whether or not you're turned from it
It's a quick turn
To let us in.
It is happening again
It is happening again
It is happening again
It is happening again
The bodies lying in the sand,
They're moving in the dark
It is so quick to let us in
Feel it moving through our skin
It's a sickness,
infinite quickness.
It is happening again [8x]