It's glitter and blood
A tourniquet for our sins
There's a crack in our hearts
But the light isn't getting in

We're painting in scars
Sculpted broken hearts
Sleep in the light if you will
I'll be awake in the dark

Better get a raincoat
There's a storm of tears
The locusts have eaten it all
So many, many years

The bells are ringing
The Sisyphean mundanity of existence
An endless chorus of nothing
With inexhaustible insistence