Time stands still.
Regress:
The pale light of a future past.

The helpless, the tormented, the hapless
rejoice in regress.

Embrace the cosmic fire
and learn to dream
in a constant state of denial,
while keeping the mind awake!

Time stands still.
Regress:
The pale light of a future past.

The helpless, the tormented, the hapless
rejoice in regress.

And in the end,
the Sun is shining for the dead,
caressing the raindrops, impaling the soil,
thus drowning all heartbeats
in an ocean of red!