.....It must be getting colder about this time of year
The Endless of this version
Second-In-Command
[we've decided to dub him Hector]
whose old wounds are never
given the chance to flake over
Without them he wouldn't know his own face
[You can't look at things like that anymore]
So sure he's not in nearly enough pain
[they have to match, you see]
He's gonna tear it down
and shred himself out one by one
until the burn exists without
the flesh it survives on
[And we won't feed this perpetual fire]
Perspective is like a nickel
falling from the tallest building-
in your hand it means nothing
but the velocity of it can crush your skull.