My skull will web with cracks
In a bludgeoned halo
Synapses pop and flash
Just like crime scene cameras
Capturing stills of panic
and all of the hysterics
That only the desperate can offer me...

It seems these tendencies
all hold malignancies
As we all propose a toast
to the cancer and Host

There's a sick shade of pale
Hiding behind those eyes
As she began to lick her lips
and claw at the sky...

It seems these tendencies
all hold malignancies
As we all propose a toast
to the cancer and Host

And I will give you everything
but the chance to escape...