From the depths you can now hear the sound of the potentiometers,
you can feel how cacophony tears the membranes.
The curtain rises, pupils widen,
this night shall be our calvary,
here indoors it’s good to see that the world is rotting,
and it better not wait for us.
From now on you extend from wall to wall,
charge God for the night.
We don’t care a bit,
for us there’s chaos, for you there’s order,
we want noise, you want silence.
We are majorly not-zinged up,
what’s disgrace for you that’s sacred for us,
you just be down there, we’ll stay up here.
From the depths you can now hear the sound of the potentiometers,
you’re waiting in the dark for your prey to turn up.
In with the air, come the flood,
let it take you until it finds you,
after the event horizon life will lock around you anyway.
We didn’t ask for anything,
We didn’t ask you for anything,
it’s OK as it is, it’ll be enough.