Gyre

I am the sum of a terrible nothing

Lurching and slouching onwards to Bedlam

Heaven has only room for so many

Clearly there won't be a spot for me, yeah, oh

I am the sum of a terrible something

Watch how the light shines through my see-through skin

Send me an angel who flies from Montgomery

Bind him and drown him and clip off his molten wings

Faith in science

Kind in vain

Blind in judgement

Let the wandering fill me now

Burn the oceans, burn their homes

End these times before I go

Wasted lives of sleep and stones

Watch the center cannot hold

Swimming through the gyre I am born

Swimming through the gyre I am...

Hear me coming

Help in vain

Seek the hunter

Skin and soul is what I crave