We keep bracing for impact This is not worth the fight You make me feel like an insect This is not worth my time You speak in a minor key Laced with indecision Split the tablet with me Let the poison get in our system There is no way back You fired at point-blank The turning point cracked The turning point blank God of my own world In the room of Odin Endless dreams of a new world All the scriptures stolen The glistening guillotine The glistening guillotine The glistening guillotine The glistening guillotine Gold appears from my iris Running like the wind You can’t let me bleed But if you manage to You see it appear as blue Distinguish the sentiments of yearning and sorrow Zero gravity, no one can hold me down, please The glistening guillotine The glistening guillotine The glistening guillotine The glistening guillotine