Doomswitch

They’re long winters in the city of spirals

Toxic cycle, toxic cycle

With neon hinterlands, you cynically eye-roll

Toxic cycle, suicidal

(But there’s a weight upon your chest)

Deserted homes, but you know

Turn yourself ’round or you’ll be lost in death

Usurpers, drones, but you know

Turn yourself ’round or you’ll be just like them

(So you can be someone they can’t)

So you can face yourself, face the world

Even through it all

(This city’s back to haunt you)

(This city’s out to get you)

Face yourself, face this curse

(Doomswitch)

They’re all fictional, incipient idols

Unwanted (prayers), forgotten (beds)

They’re long winters in the city of spirals

Accursed (hexed), despondent (dead)

Cursed, your words

You’re cursed

Deserted homes, but you know

Turn yourself ’round or you’ll be lost in death

Usurpers, drones, but you know

Turn yourself ’round or you’ll be just like

So you can face yourself, face the world

Even through it all

(This city’s back to haunt you)

(This city’s out to get you)

Face yourself, face this curse

(Doomswitch)

Deserted

This city’s back to haunt you

Usurper

Buried down into your core

You know this story, you know how it ends

But you don’t know the world around you sees you just like them

Just like them