[Verse 1]
April night-time
And we run like muscles through the stagnant nodes of man
Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses
To disarm the stars within us

[Verse 2]
Hornet Hive-dark
Severed wings in vainless beating
Buzz out from an inferno of fangs
To disarm the stars within us

[Chorus]
We should have been
So much more by now
Too dead inside
To even know the guilt

[Verse 3]
Waning ring-deep
A halo of thorns
Sips now down in the sheets of sharp silver
To disarm the stars within us

[Chorus]
We should have been
So much more by now
Too dead inside
To even know the guilt
To even know the guilt