Drifting by the hex
Whistling through a perfect set of teeth
The tongue is numb
From a dream of autistic silence
Eardrums pierced
Blood drops on the neck
Electric disease
Electric disease
A secular religion
Nations without a land
Flags would be burning
The streets would be on fire
Dead eye
Burning cornea
A coma with friends
Whistling through a perfect set of teeth
The tongue is numb
From a dream of autistic silence
Eardrums pierced
Blood drops on the neck
Electric disease
Electric disease
A secular religion
Nations without a land
Flags would be burning
The streets would be on fire
Dead eye
Burning cornea
A coma with friends