That Pail Red Light That Burns My Seems.

A Crimsom Pail Fading Pyre,

The Day My Funeral Was Delayed...



I Fought My Way Back Through Billion Stars,

In A Pointless Trip In Your Recede...



...And I'll Breed In The Edge Of Your Source

I'll Breed On...

Red Shift.

Heart's Recede,

Red Shift...