Number Twelve Looks Like You The Weekly Wars
I am, I am, I am, I am
I am my own killing moon
The hunter and the prey
A baptism in dirty water
Escaped from the crucifix
But still carry the weight
A baptism in dirty water
These impure thoughts lead to soulless action
And the cycle continues
Furthered by the thought of a confused soul
A man with no release
Concerned by his own thoughts
Slowing down rotation
Slowing the rotation of the cogs and gears
Slowing, slowing
Slowing the rotation of the cogs and gears
Slowing, slowing, slowing, slowing
A halting machine
A haunting disease
A man with no release
