Science de Framing Hanley

In the distance, beyond the crowd
Sirens sing a chorus symphony
A dissonance, a dissonance in blue in red

Is there a distance beyond the clouds
Does a choir sing a welcoming
Where they cleanse me of, cleanse me of
All of my impurities

I feel like I'm close to knowing

Comatose, cold to the touch
From head to toe
From promise to dusk
There's a devil in my head and
This trouble he's got me into
I hope I've never disappointed you
This is the science of men falling apart

In shadows, somewhere in the dark
Struggling to meet, bless his heart
Inmprisioned in, imprisioned in a world she didn't deserve
All the embers fade till there's nothing else
Just a consequence of his former self
It's a miracle, a miracle she made it this far
It looks like she's close to letting go

Comatose, cold to the touch
From head to toe, from promise to dusk
There's a devil in my head and
This trouble he's got me into
I hope I've never disappointed you
This is the science of men falling apart

Falling apart
Falling apart

We have a choice and when our backs are against the fence
This is the aftermath, what happens after that?
When all the paths are taken back to where it all begins
This is the aftermath, what happens after that?

What happens after that?

Comatose, cold to the touch
From head to toe
From promise to dusk

There's a devil in my head and
This trouble he's got me into
I hope I've never disappointed you
This is the science of men falling apart