Blood red and true
 The mind this time and awaiting end faint as it is
 Only her voice remainds
 In this desert hollow echo of surrogate ritual
 Lies must forge on
 Destination unclear
 Through kill to win anything
 Blood red and true
 Kill for non-fiction
 Through moving up to this bottom
 Grant me down here
 All falsehood and plague
 What's left of ritual
 The thousand times you die
 This plan, this time
 The thousand times you die
 This pain, this time
 The thousand time you die
 This pain, this time
 Desert echo this plain
 What's left of ritual?
 Desert echo