Fever & Colossus

When we speak we found emptiness, when we were saved we found death.
When we fell through, we fell out.
Empty vessels, hollow eyes. Did you find your voice?
Empty vessels, hollow eyes. Or did sanity escape again?
Seeking truth but always death, always death.
Skulls kindly burning in hell.
You don't have to die to go to heaven, I've heard.
Diseased pressure, hardened veins, flush skin.
In apocalyptic circles we can all be gods. We can all be god.
Skulls kindly burning in hell.