Текст: Heavens. Patent Pending.

Bring your book when you're broken hearted
Got a vessel that we've charted
Into the wide open sea
The two of us dearly departed

Bring a book with a happy ending
A remix of the message sending
Shining clean this guillotine
Well improved, patent pending

Place a curse on the hearse we're driving
Cut the brake lines and they're dying
Glad to be traumatically
Against the ropes lost all hope trying

Finding ways to break the silence
And the quench our taste for violence
Shadow free's monstrosities
Crafting up our inhabition

High time we swore off everything we know
Take time we'll be back in six minutes or so

Bring your book when you're broken hearted
Got a vessel that we've charted
Into the wide open sea
The two of us dearly departed

Bring a book with a happy ending
A remix of the message sending
Headless dreams of guillotines
Sharpened clean neverending

High time we swore off everything we know
Take time we'll be back in six minutes or so
High time we swore off everything we know
Take time we'll be back with 666 in tow

High time we swore off everything we know
Same time we'll be back in six minutes or so
High time we swore off everything we know
Take time we'll be back with 666 I know