Gather medicine for heartache
So we can act a fool
It's incomplete without you
The silver soul is running through
It's a vision
Complete illusion, yeahhh
Beneath along the spinning wheel
Collecting silver coils
It gathers heat without you
Whether or not you turn from it
It's a quick turn
To let it figure out
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The bodies lying in the sand
They're moving in the dark
It is so quick to let us
We're feeling moved through our skin
It's a sickness
A manic weakness yeah