Slip of the tongue and fist Slide of the hand like this Touch of the fingertips Goes through the note we skipped We are bound We are falling through We are bound We are falling through Roam in a bitter bliss Lick on a Judas lips Throw in the timeless fist With tongues of the fire we lick We are bound We are falling through We are bound We are falling through These are the sons I'll miss The sons of the counterfeits The dead is coming from inside We are bound We are falling through