Hands reaching to crease the world, eyes aren’t satisfied
Frustration in the wall surrounds as the sea becomes blood
So much pride, you’re burning alive
Might as well throw yourself into the fire

Show you how the fuck it feels

Hold up my soul, into the light
889 tsunami sweeping the sky

It’s coming back around, hell is never full
For people like you

Burning your tracks
Don’t leave a trace there’s no turning back, it’s coming round again
And again... and again

Hold up your soul to the light and see
If it means a thing to you
It doesn’t mean a thing
889 tsunami sweeping the sky