Lyrics

Whomever's aspect you believe There are only three things to conceive There is no you There is no me The only impetus: conceive, conceive, conceive Whichever dreamy little hell You lost the hand of when you fell There is no them And no one knows Nothing works the same in the hollow of the well At what cost the night At what cost the life The knives behind your back The pennies on your eyes When you die, you'll stay dead With no one to catch your hand, it's true There's no ungetting loss And death is the boss And everything you've had was left you by the devil At what cost the night At what cost the life The knives behind your back The pennies on your eyes And everything you've had was left you by the devil