Songtexte:
Rigel

alice and sarah were by the shore sharing secrets of gods and their lore when dagon came to take them away and carry them to separate corners of the earth

If I were really cold I'd set my cello on fire, to keep warm, I'd smash it into kindling, forgetting its a living thing, with strings, made of veins,

in my headphones your still alive waiting with me for our clothes to dry and i read your horoscope though our love is dead remembering the time the time

Fake yer death, if you need to To afford distractions from the living, oh You can make a body out of plaster soaked in your own blood Then leave the

when you die i'll rearrange your bones into the shape of an animal you love but o then a faceless death we knew would come forces me to make up one i