Democracyanide; Banks Make Bunkers.

Betrayed by our friends, betrayed by our name.
Merging in between the sake of our faith.
My eyes are on you, for the last of the good old days.
Laughter creates an illusion of unbearable truths.
Phenomenons create scenes of disarray.
This trophy room sits too close to ruin.
Hold your breath, hold my hand,
You and I refuse to give up our names.
Craters and black holes keep up with the worst of us.
Something I said when I had nothing to say.
My eyes cross like daggers, swords block out the words
I had when I had some sanity left.
Well, I'll see you on the other side.
I'll see you on the other fucking side.
Candlewax is melting, my skin has stretched too far.
My eyes have crystalized.
I'll see you on the other side.