No Comfort in Absolutes Lyrics

They mute our confessions with immutable symbols and distance

And cast our swollen voided bodies into beachless oceans

This

This is the sound

This is the sound they make

This is

This is the sound they make when they die

But I can't I promise you they eventually do

You sleep for days upon days upon days

Upon years upon years

And still they harass you

Paralyzed in an endless tides

We evaporate

Evaporate and wait

This

This is the sound

This is the sound they make

This is

This is the sound they make