Cancer - Shapist

An abstract living dream

Of a cardboard cut-out meaning

Vivid highs and vibrant lies

Of a slowly tearing seam

We are the plague, these are bleeding souls

(It's our time, it’s our time to rise up)

We need a change, I find that there’s a hole inside us all

(Hole inside us all)

Hearts made of wood

You pile into your fire

Burn down your white washed walls

So you appreciate the roof that falls

We are the plague

These are bleeding souls

We need a change

We are bleeding

We are the plague, these are bleeding souls

(It's our time, it’s our time to rise up)

We need a change, I find that there’s a hole inside us all

Terminal viruses, fluctuating through

An Immaculate portrait of perfection

Mutations progress inside a world in distress

You can’t escape the deception

A catastrophic progression

This is the end of an era

This is the start of a new

Hearts made of wood

You pile into your fire

As you dance around

Dizzy you fall asleep

Kaleidoscope eyes

Stare through stained glass windows

Burn them alive, just to see the embers tremble

Starlight is only bright

When the sky is clear

When the sky is clear

We fill our lungs (we fill our lungs)

We fill our lungs with the smog

And hold our breath, until we disappear