Stoner Train Coelophysis Struthiomimus song lyrics

Paleness of swollen eyes, staring into the mist;

Colours and shapes, mixed in the picture of dream.

Tired limbs, broken will to persist:

Flock of people is marching away downstream.

Hail the purifying flame.

Wrinkles of pressing past, deeply cut in the face;

Broken thoughts, washed away by the rain.

Getting used to being last in the race:

Meet yourself in the mirror and bow to the game.

Hail the purifying flame.