A slip of a tongue and fist

A slight of a hand like this

Touch of the fingertips

Ghost of a note we skipped.

We are bound

We are falling through you

We are bound

We are falling through.

Moment of bitter bliss

Licking our judas lips

Throwing the timeless fit

With tongues of a fire we'd lit.

We are bound

We are falling through you

We are bound

We are falling through.

We follow sons amiss

The sons of the counterfeits

The devil has called me from inside.

We are bound

We are falling through.

Counterfeit sons

Counterfeit sons

Counterfeit sons.