Songtext von Trace Errant

Hey you lukewarm So have a try and you'll fit to my form Or let them die right next to you Let them just shrink up and wait for my turn Helium cools your palm 'Cause I can place there a bit of my gore Here on night rime, on night rime Low words locked in ageing heart You would never hear even when it gets dark They die right next to you Let them just shrink up and wait for my turn Here on night rime, on night rime On night rime Undefined desert Is now pining to reach my dirt Striving after the rite So you can raise up the grace of my guide Helium starts to burn This is the sign that I've wasted my turn Here on night rime, on night rime ??? Preserve my entrails in brine Stick on a name The trace errant The trace errant