Dead Internet Songtext
von Foxing

Finally, balance and penance
For dreaming of better things
Simply, poor me and poor you
We′d have done kind things with the money
I'm sorry, it was all me and for nothing
Nothing but in

Final reckoning
It has meaning you cannot imagine
Like horns raining down from

In final reckoning
It has meaning you cannot imagine
And final reckoning
It has meaning you cannot imagine


(A tone)
Final reckoning (Detuned)
It has meaning you cannot imagine (So low)
That the writhing rhythm is a klaxon
Final reckoning (It′s wailing)
It has meaning you cannot imagine (And random)
A pattern mistaken for passion
Final reckoning (It's friction)
It has meaning you cannot imagine (Between the soul)
And the world outside of your own soul
Final reckoning (Its grinding)
It has meaning you cannot imagine (Is deafening)
Like horns rained down from heaven

Heaven, heaven
Like horns rained down from heaven
Heaven, like heaven
Like horns rained down from heaven