Death Reflects Us - Beastmilk

Feel the bends

Charge the lends

Of doomsday tension

Feel the bends

Charge the lends

Of doomsday tension

I feel the end is nigh

When we’re sleeping

When we’re dreaming

I pick the bones clean with the night

I pick the bones clean with the night

Death reflects us in it’s mirror

Reaching out to us

And we’re teansformed into burning stars

Death reflects us in it’s mirror

Lights the private dark

Breaking through mind and skull

Feel the strains

See the stains

Of ruination

I feel the end is nigh

When we’re sleeping

When we’re dreaming

I pick the bones clean with the night

I pick the bones clean with the night