Man: I can taste myself rotting from the inside. This place smells of the passing I never came to terms with. I watch the shadows growing towards my room. I watch the sun set – light fades – knowing this sinking goes both ways. Feeling nothing. No one’s coming. (Guest Vocals: Jake Jones) A pale parade of faces goes dancing behind my lids, pulsating namelessly in gaudy masks of flesh. Dear friends and family, it’s been so long since I have seen your smiles. You’ve all gone floating into gray.