Chalk Lines Letra

We'll catalyze our mother's fission.

The room is burning and we're still here.
We are a circle of fourteen arms,
Even as windows bend.
We are a tear in the math of ice,
A saddle aback the cold shell of the terrapin.

Over. I've done all I can do
To unvenomize, so you can see this through.

Now, finally, the maker mends us,
Furnishes a blood decanter.
Five and eighty-five rememories arrest,
Furrowings along the middle parts attest to this.

The room is burning and we're still here.
We are a circle of fourteen arms,
Even as windowpanes bend.
We are a tear in the math of ice,
A saddle aback the cold shell of the terrapin.

Over. I've done all I can do
To unvenomize, so you can see this through.