• Written By: Walker/Mackenzie/Cavanagh

Meet with me in the dark
Off the street, there we'll start
Believing secretly, utopia
Freedom in the inner cell

Look for me with a beak
A cloak adorned
Scented leaves
A void between fouler stench
Of those above whispering
Inner cell

Dance of the dead
Will descend on his head
And extend
to the family's hubris

From under the skin
Insurrection
From hollow logs
From shallow streams
And drying seas

Let us walk through the night
To a place
Clandestine
Free your mind
Disregard all you know
Infiltrate the inner cell

You must not accept
His sick version of life itself
Disrespect everything
Multiply
Inner cell

Dance of the dead
Will descend on his head
And extend
To the family's hubris

From under the skin
The flesh has rotten
Poison has spread
Through words unsaid
Anaemic rule
Now hear me say
Our time has come
Transcending us
Above the one
To ego death
For now he sits
Inside the fire
Oblivious
That we will keep
Him in the spire
Have found resolve
And our own crimes
To commit
In cold blood
As he did his