Memento Mori Lyrics

Narrative: Fear. A Fever is Dancing in stride
with our metronome memory.
Hipocracy here.
Painting a portrait that's dripping with crass composition.
Fumbled trust, the father is dead.
Cathedrals are burning.
lies fueled fires,
fear burns read, now I'm cold.
Going inside, going inside of our heads.
When we whisper: danger, danger,
pull the lever.
Turn the page
and I'll burn better in the morning.

Heartlessness.
Narratives.
Christ, where did you go?
Impassioned.
Abandoned.
Why, you were wrong.
This will die out.
Narrative Fear. A fever is dancing in stride. Metranome memory. Hipocracy here.
It's painting a portrait that's screaming "The Silence of Dying."
Fumbled trust, the father is dead.
Cathedrals are burning.
Lies Fuel fires. Fear burns red and I'm cold.
Going inside, 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.

We've forgotten how to read.
We've forgotten how to believe.
The text has gone dark.
The author receeds. (2x)]