So you've got to go...go...gone

This surge has taken,

Destined to bestow...

Get Over Here.

Cold morning wrapped in shivered silence.

I hear the fountains pour and I'm reassured.

Alive, before I forget to remember.

Final Round.

Salt water swallow choke my lung,

Cough out blue tears in the company of none,

All drunken eyes, raining just like the day I heard of,

Your devastating acceleration.

Rain kept hitting ground I drown.

My head is in the cloud.

And I am soaked right through,

Gotta dry these dripping clothes,

Or else every hand I shake,

Will catch these dripping blues,

Gotta dry these dripping clothes.

I've got to get out these dripping clothes...

We're staring into a void that seems to be everywhere,

Between the skyline, down to the sea.

Shine your distant rest anaesthetised,

Finish Him.

Sun's gone to plan for a better day.

Sun's gone to plan for...

Fatality.

Flawless Victory.