They're long winters in the city of spirals
Toxic cycle, toxic cycle
With neon hinterlands, you cynically eye-roll
Toxic cycle, suicidal
(But there's a weight upon your chest)

Deserted homes, but you know
Turn yourself 'round or you'll be lost in death
Usurpers, drones, but you know
Turn yourself 'round or you'll be just like them
(So you can be someone they can't)

So you can face yourself, face the world
Even through it all
This city's back to haunt you
This city's out to get you
Face yourself, face this curse
Doomswitch

They're all fictional, incipient idols
Unwanted prayers, forgotten beds
They're long winters in the city of spirals
Accursed, hexed, despondent, dead
Cursed, your words
You're cursed

Deserted homes, but you know
Turn yourself 'round or you'll be lost in death
Usurpers, drones, but you know
Turn yourself 'round or you'll be just like

So you can face yourself, face the world
Even through it all
This city's back to haunt you
This city's out to get you
Face yourself, face this curse
Doomswitch

Deserted
This city's back to haunt you
Usurper
Buried down into your core

You know this story, you know how it ends
But you don't know the world around you sees you just like them
Just like them