Division Day - Chalk Lines lyrics

Blackest art is what we deal Drawing chalk lines in our kitchen Targeting occult alleles We'll catalyze our mother's fission The room is burning and we're still here We aree 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 window panes 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