Lyrics

An address to the stillborn, lost brothers in arms; To see the cursed earth claim to providence; A pyramid New Jerusalem The dream is dead We're burning the carcass clean We pretend-but we never sleep Five hundred miles to the faultline We decompose and decay Captivating the moment Spread the disease "We come in peace" As if we almost believed it "Strapped to the back of a live grenade" If there was ever a saviour She'd be the first to leave Five hundred miles to the faultline We decompose and decay Ten thousand leagues through The coal mines We hesitate and comply Equal in death only, subject to Our own betrayal Inhuman, suspending reality What you see is truthful, but lacking Misinformation is the new black Perfect rejects, we're all incomplete Disfigured at birth, we're The human debris We're freaks We live We die. beneath the faultlines One more truth to bury Five hundred miles to the faultline We hesitate at the light One day we rise through The cold tide And face away from this Dead end failure to see