Reminiscent screams like the womb dreams.
From ridding yourself of your own existence.
The pendulum sways like an empty noose.

Still your thought compress and you week and sign inside.
Adolescent naivete spawned my optimism.

Whose head you were on your coat of arms.
You're the champion of my bleeding heart.

When you're the shrouded in baptismal brine.
For the spawning of the great rebirth.
Don't forget your name when your numbers called.
Or you may end up causing the end of us all.

Whose head you were on your coat of arms.
You're the champion of my bleeding heart.