We'll be right back.
Metamorphosis
What am I becoming?
Liable or a victim of circumstance
Bending disorder
To appease my own defense
This part cannot be conceived
Without imagining me to believe
It was all meant to endure
The worst of this
Can't sustain your doubts
A destructive thought
I know that I can finally be enough
The signal fire is flickering
The start to stick since I wonder
If she calls my name
I'm from the edge of the sea
Codes of crimson gleam
To fill the space between
The animation in my arteries
Cruel impermanence
The weight of the unknown
Has stricken me with a feeling of turbulence
Holding your form
So I can't see you
Such a consequence
Situated on a saloon
I'll breathe through blushing leaves
Eradicated with my will to be
Carved ballooned ideas and emotions
That make their home in me
Wearing down
They make their home in me
They make their home in me


Drifting away
Into the comfort of our safety
The signal fire is flickering
The start to stick since I wonder
If she calls my name
I'm from the edge of the sea
The end of the sea
Moving thing with passage of light
Through my fingertips
Aligned on each notch of my spine
Where shivers won't dare resist
The end of the world
The end of the world
The end of the world
The end of the world
The end of the world


The struggle as a
This is the survival struggle
To me
To me
To me
To me
And her


The single fire is flickering
Rest on to cease and I wonder
If she calls my name
Out from the edge of the sea