Stereo Nucleosis

Wherever dreams are better left to die We burn our eyes under salt-colored skies I got a rhyme, but got no reason I can't forget and don't know why Bloodless, but breathing No hope Bloodless, but breathing No hope now You take the path, that takes away, your reason The fog is thick, and it's so easy now You push your weight, but your brain is sleeping Amass a horde of men to follow down Bloodless, but breathing No hope Bloodless, but breathing No hope now