Finding the fluorescence in the junk. By night illuminates the day. Finding ancient language in the blood. Fading a little more each day. And if you've got a lot of pain. You remember how to speak. And if you gather all the rain. Yeah it's still coming down in sheets. Neon rust puts color in the blood. Call upon the words to speak. Everything is the same as it was. But now there's nothing left to change. And if you got a ritual. We've drowned by rain. And if you memorize the words. They will show you the way