Video de Memento Mori

Narrative fear
A fever is dancing in stride – metronome memory
Hypocrisy here is painting a portrait that's dripping with crass composition
Fumbled trust, the father is dead, cathedrals are burning
Lies fuel fires, fear burns red
Now I'm cold, is this over?
Going inside of our, going inside of our heads
When we whisper, "Danger, danger," pull the lever, turn the page
And I burn better in the morning
Heartlessness narratives. Christ, where'd you go?
Impassioned, abandoned. Why, you were wrong

This will die out
Narrative fear
A fever is dancing in stride – metronome memory
Hypocrisy here is painting a portrait that's screaming, "The silence of dying."
Fumbled trust, the father is dead, cathedrals are burning
Lies fuel fire, fear burns read
Going inside of our, going inside of our heads
When we whisper, "Danger, danger. Pull the lever,"
And I burn better in the morning
Heartlessness narratives. Christ, where'd you go?
Impassioned, abandoned. Why, you were wrong

[Talking]

Heartlessness narratives. Christ, where'd you go?
Impassioned, abandoned. Why, you were wrong
We've forgotten how to read, we've forgotten how to believe
The text has gone dark, the author recedes
We've forgotten how to read, we've forgotten how to believe
The text has gone dark, the author recedes