(James Downham, Mark Smith)

Lifeless. Cold. Limp and dead.
Your eyes not yet accustomed to seeing red
Now you believe in the devil, ‘cause he’s your best friend
If you’re not you should be crying ‘cause it’s not the end

No apology can calm this raging sea
No false alarm can diffuse, delay, disarm
You had the chance but you didn’t think
Now you stare in disbelief at the blood on your hands – in the sink

Alone. Betrayed and consumed by dread.
Your eyes will soon accustom to seeing red
Now you know he’s not the monster – No it’s you, it’s you the beast
But are you bothered by your brothers – No, not in the least

No apology can calm this raging sea
No false alarm can diffuse, delay, disarm
You had the chance but you didn’t think
Now you stare in disbelief at the blood on your hands – in the sink

Oh, could it ever be the same
When the memories fade, but the guilt remains
Oh, could it ever be the same
You did it. You deadened. You’ve done it. Thanks for coming.
You did it. You deadened. You’ve done it. Thanks for coming.
Come again.