in the center of the sound shell travel through the darkness of a spinning wheel til her ears are slowly dying in this velvet she cant hear and in the storm thats carryin her across the border running upstairs but she was always reaching level 5 opened chests are singing hymns of morning its so strange to touch a sunbeam with organs bare shes cutting out her heart to enjoy the silence and in the flesh of death shell see no sin across the border running upstairs but she was always reaching level 5