Dust control between your fleshes and bones. Because you could die softly under a world made of broken toys. A world who is going NOW to fade away....

 

Punishment for intolerance, so entertain us when you're still able to perform I'm sorry to admit that I won't be around when the world you created will collapse and drown back to the crypt, nothing will last we'll all fade away, in one single blast out from the dust, machines arise one second left to live and we'll open our eyes.

I can't find shelter in this world

I'm searching for another world

Where I'll feel safe

ICON OF COIL

SHELTER