Open your eyes, what's in it?
Look around you, find your thing
Everything, all over people around you
Close your mind and try to think
Instead, you write yourself into the wall
Listen to the primal call
Be a satan on the hill
Break the glass and fill the floor
This is your purpose
Heaven draws the angel
Makes me feel
The wound of sand
With smell and talk
The irony is
That there was no one I could see
They were drifting away
We see now who's gonna lie on him
We're gonna find out a way to believe
This is all part of our
Master plan
We haven't got the luxury to split
Instead, you write yourself into the wall
Listen to the primal call
Be a satan on the hill
Break the glass and fill the floor
This is your purpose
Heaven draws the angel
Makes me feel
The wound of sand
With smell and talk
With smell and talk
Nobody
Currently, nobody
Now, I've suffered
But you, you've aren't
And we, and we
Now pretend, I've never met you
Make a new start

And we're gonna make progress
But you, you are
We are pick-a-poo
Heading towards the ending makes me feel
The wound of sand
With wear and tear
All of the irony is
That there was no one I could see
They were drifting away
They were drifting away
They were drifting away