Forget what you came for.

And give up what you have.

Forget what you came for.

And give up what you have.

As all the lights go down you'll see = that things aren't what they seem.

For the sounds that spin you 'round will crush your bones.

Quit making noise.

And lend an ear to the silent voice.

And trust in the hope of 1,000 ships crashing down on the sea.

Forget what you came for.

Forget what you came for.

FORGET WHAT YOU CAME FOR.

And give up what you have.

Unhealthy rust in your blood stream' a lifeless frost to plague your dreams.

Then all the ghosts that chill the air come and jolt your bones.

Quit making noise.

And become still for the silent voice.

QUIT making noise.

And wait: