We gather medicine for heartache
So we can act a fool
It´s incomplete without you
The silver soul is running through
It´s a vision, complete illusion, yeahhh

The needle along the spinning wheel
Collecting silver coil
It gathers heat without you,
Whether or not you´re turned from it
It´s a quick turn
To let it figure out

It is happening again
It is happening again
It is happening again
It is happening again

The bodies lying in the sand,
They´re moving in the dark
It is so quick to let us,
We feel it move through our skin
It´s a sickness, a manic weakness, yeahhh

It is happening again...