So nauseous pines, This noxious abyss, I feed from the milk, of ultra violet, Yet I'm lost with you, My floating twin, You're the anchor to the drain, but I am the key, To nothing.

So nauseous pines, This noxious abyss, I feed from the milk, of ultra violet, Yet I'm lost with you, My floating twin, You're the anchor to the drain, but I am the key, To nothing.