Seven Graylands - Cinder Lyrics
We’re moving silentWe move like a serpentsThis cold dead black heart we keep in a boxWe keep collectionsPerverse selectionsThe metal and the soul transcends us allHead down, Walk proudThis human wantingThis human cravingThe skin has tales of desireBlack leatherWhips... or whateverThe sun goes red, expands, and loves us allWe turn to cinderWe turn to dustAbiogenesis has nothing on usWe turn to cinderWe turn to dustHalf-life dead stopThey all go absentThese gods desert usWe take our paradise and do what we wantWith no more futuresRemove the suturesOpen up the flesh and let it flowLast call countdownIt’s the beginningOf this new endingWe’re all new gods we bring rainAnd lightningAnd thunderThe sun goes red, expands, and loves us allWe turn to cinderWe turn to dustAbiogenesis has nothing on usWe turn to cinderWe turn to dustHalf-life dead stop