[Verse 1: Zach Quinn]
I'll paint my eyes
To break my stuttered gaze with no reply
I hold my everything
Devout enough to lose
Easy to replace
Predicated grieving in the slots of foreign cues
And I'm grateful for my blessings, save a few

[Chorus: Zach Quinn]
Isolate imbued with no remission
Temples twinge of pride
Depiction of vision
Notions pouring out all molten slow
Await the doorbell

[Verse 2: Zach Quinn]
Waste not our time
Moon hangs sullenly, abets the climb
Hand held anonymous
I beg for clemency
Clinging to your wayside patiently

[Spoken: Zach Quinn]
Rock and roll

[Chorus: Zach Quinn]
Isolate imbued with no remission
Temples twinge of pride
Depiction of vision
Notions pouring out all molten slow
Await the doorbell