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

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Preserve my entrails in brine

Stick on a name

The trace errant

The trace errant