Текст песни The guilt trip

Crawl inside it Become the sickness Drink it Elevate the threshold Destroy the mind And you suffocated You learn to hate (yourself) And take one the blame As it burns (sweeping the ghosts away) (but they keep coming back) And it burns (the sky is turning red) It burns We're right at the end And it's all dead quiet at the centre of the pain Tighten the noose Ascend the scaffold And give in Assume the position Bow down your head A ritual to purify Undo what is, absolve Everlasting the torture And it's all dead quiet at the centre of the pain