Vocal left:
complete silence the chill of morning comes on nights like these… "When I came out, there were no birds," said one survivor who had hidden "There was sunshine and the stench of death." Those in charge knew of the plans and did nothing to stop them. Your eyes are a scream. Is this your idea of discipline? This is my shocking discipline. Half a million lay dead. All less important cause they're not on television. Like your precious beauty queen.

Vocal right:
Last night claimed my perception on hollow nights and the showcase of winter nightmares. Healing from the rapture of feeding hearts, bleeding black. feeble hearts bleeding black. I am pulled away from time and I feel every breat, share every gaze. She'd wear bloodstains and we would stare at eachother for hours just to pass the time away.