Skinner Songtext / Lyric

"Understand stagnation is a choice, so trade in comfort for vitality... The unknown"

The lovers. Temperance. Judgment. Death.

"On thing's for certain, this is no fool's journey. It's perfecting madness and rebirth."

The lovers. Temperance. Judgment. Death.



To your own misfortune chasings cures

Nothing is pure






Fucked up homes, boarding schools, factories of

Droves, drained-out souls



Turn it off, abandon, the false

Truths, heroes, fools



In solitude, start a new, clean the slate of guilt

The road is home



The hour strikes to unsheathe this blade

Give it a stab