Rare Monk Golden
Let's just pretend we're golden
We've found ourselves
Don't need the depths to find the limits
Of witchcraft, all the words we know
Don't need a fight to find a friend
Beholden
No, we've found ourselves
Now it's just the cost of living
Escalation, of the sins we know
So bring the trepanner
We're waiting
To excise all the truths we know
Bring out the leeches
We're waiting
Let's just pretend we're golden
We've found ourselves
We only breathe the air we're given
So breathless, we've dreamed this hell
The only tack's into the tempest, into fury
We've found ourselves
Haruspicy from our intestines, while the naemads
They're so hungry now
So bring the trepanner
We're waiting
To excise all the truths we know
Bring out the leeches
We're waiting
Bring the trepanner
We're waiting
To excise all the truths we know
Bring out the leeches
We're waiting
To exorcise the blood below
Bring the trepanner
We're waiting
To excise all the truths we know
Bring out the leeches
We're waiting
