| Hive been fed | |
| Fill my soul | |
| One way in | |
| Fill my soul, fill my soul | |
| I been high | |
| Still can't see | |
| Devastated | |
| Come find | |
| Pleasuring arm | |
| Tempted to bleed | |
| Hollowing | |
| Dares my soul | |
| I been high | |
| Still can't see | |
| Devastated | |
| Come find | |
| Our inventions split their cocoon | |
| And the whir of wings was deafening | |
| Rain down and bring | |
| A gentle time |