Constant mantras, all my questions answered
Certain chances, some strange feeling answered
Constant mantras, all my questions answered
Certain chances, some strange feeling answered

Letting go of et ceteras and the etiquette of some barriers
I met a match with the calibre of a static bug, pray for mandibles
A monument feeds the terrible, anatomical, all the words you keep
So lose yourself in the candlewax, you’re dancing on, before it’s snatched