The Pulse & The Pit

Fade into the gaslight damp

One heart for the death camp

Fixing a hole in a sinking ship

I always thought we'd die like this

The landing gear above our heads

Leans heavy over our rest

When every word is unsung

And every note decayed

And all the data is beneath the dirt

This might all make sense

I have so many ways to show you

To let control be something you're strange to

Before the will to live will drain you

Unimpaired, you'll let your love through

You'll let your love through…

When every word is unsung

And every note decayed

And all the data is beneath the dirt

This might all make sense

All the data beneath the dirt

The heart that made us, a heart reversed

Erosion, the prevailing instinct of hunger

Erosion and hunger, the pulse and the pit

Erosion and hunger, the pulse and the pit