Texty: Static-X. Cult of Static. Nocturnally.

End, burning lips
Keeping me forever
Counting the days, nights, hands untied
Screaming from beneath, the end

Burning lips
Keeping me forever
Counting the days, nights, hands untied

Nocturnally, turning to the blackest
Internally, rolling beneath it
No looking back, no one there to tame us
Our dying breed, take me to the dark

Fire out, still I see
What I have come for
The wait, fight, battle grounds
Keep me from the dark

Fire out, still I see
What I have come for
The wait, fight, battle grounds

Nocturnally, turning to the blackest
Internally, rolling beneath it
No looking back, no one there to tame us
Our dying breed, take me to the

Nocturnally, turning to the blackest
Internally, rolling beneath it
No looking back, no one there to tame us
Our dying breed, take me to the

Nocturnally, turning to the blackest
Come back to me, peel away the layers
So I can see, turn the wheel faster
So far away, I can feel you coming

Nocturnally, turning to the blackest
Internally, rolling beneath it
No looking back, no one there to tame us
Our dying breed, take me to the

Nocturnally, turning to the blackest
Internally, rolling beneath it
No looking back, no one there to tame us
Our dying breed, take me to the

Take me to the
Take me to the