Testo Come Into The Divide

Come gather inside and pour yourself some wine drink to our demise. There's no obvious signs of impending light. Teeth shine in the night one by one. We disappear. Come into the divide. Your deliverance lies in decay of the mind. It's the obvious time to embrace your design, your plaintive decline, your necessity to bleed. Fill my head with notions of leaving alive. I know it's a lie. So Drink what you like. Try and unwind cause they're coming while you sleep.