We'll be right back.MetamorphosisWhat am I becoming?Liable or a victim of circumstanceBending disorderTo appease my own defenseThis part cannot be conceivedWithout imagining me to believeIt was all meant to endureThe worst of thisCan't sustain your doubtsA destructive thoughtI know that I can finally be enoughThe signal fire is flickeringThe start to stick since I wonderIf she calls my nameI'm from the edge of the seaCodes of crimson gleamTo fill the space betweenThe animation in my arteriesCruel impermanenceThe weight of the unknownHas stricken me with a feeling of turbulenceHolding your formSo I can't see youSuch a consequenceSituated on a saloonI'll breathe through blushing leavesEradicated with my will to beCarved ballooned ideas and emotionsThat make their home in meWearing downThey make their home in meThey make their home in meDrifting awayInto the comfort of our safetyThe signal fire is flickeringThe start to stick since I wonderIf she calls my nameI'm from the edge of the seaThe end of the seaMoving thing with passage of lightThrough my fingertipsAligned on each notch of my spineWhere shivers won't dare resistThe end of the worldThe end of the worldThe end of the worldThe end of the worldThe end of the worldThe struggle as aThis is the survival struggleTo meTo meTo meTo meAnd herThe single fire is flickeringRest on to cease and I wonderIf she calls my nameOut from the edge of the sea