Ambulance from Electric Sleep by Between Bodies

The lights burned down.
Don't you love the sound?
The sedative buzzing
Of my words
Signifying nothing?

The bang and whimper.
Gods lonely call.
All you hold dear
Is to rise and fall.

And I've stuck electrodes to what should be alive.
I know hope dies last, oh, but lastly it dies.
Can’t seem to see you as a white rose or a halo over me.
We fell from grace.

Beneath the bottom line of things unsaid:
The remnants of our terrible mistakes.
The shape that love takes when it freezes up.
I spent half a year setting fires with my brittle hands.

We are crawling in circles.
We're circles in circles.

We're lighting wild fires,
Extinguishing flames.
We're the hope and ruin.
We're holding on tighter,
Pushing us away.
We're circles and circles and circles in us.

Always breaking down. Constantly rebuilding.
Always breaking down. Constantly rebuilding.

Oh, I've stuck electrodes to what should be alive.
I know hope dies last, oh, but lastly it dies.
Can’t seem to see you as a white rose or a halo over me.
We’ll fall from grace again.

Oh, I can't feel a pulse of what's dead like the night.
I know hope dies last but I've seen its faded eyes.
Can’t seem to see you as a white rose or a halo over me.
We fell from grace.

We're circles in circles.

• Alternative
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• emo
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• Cologne