Infinite baths
Washing over me at last
Are you the method in my madness?
Are you the glory in my wrath?
Infinite baths
Bursting colours when you laugh
Well, I have fought so long to be here
I am never going back

Even if I'm on my own
When the silence is deafening
I could be stuck here alone
When even my future is threatening
Something is lifting the bones
Something is dancing in revelry
Wider than oceans below
Taller than titans on box springs
And the waters are warm
Where they used to run freezing
Where there used to be storms
My horizon is fleeting
I'm so tired inside
I could sleep through a landslide
But I'm finally here
And I'm not leaving this time

Infinite baths
Washing over me at last
Are you the method in my madness?
Are you the glory in my wrath?
Infinite baths
Bursting colours when you laugh
I've been running since I got here
But now I'm falling into
Infinite baths

I wanna roll the numbers
I wanna feel my stars align again
Even if the earth breaks like burnt skin
And the heavens just won't open up for me
Would you invite me in again?
Won't you pay for your arrogance?
Won't you show me your weakness?
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I can't win
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I can't win
So let's play
And somewhere
Somewhere, the atoms stopped fusing
I'm still your favourite regret
You're still my weapon of choosing
And out there
Stuck in a quantum pattern
Tangled with what I never said
You say it doesn't matter
I wanna be forgiven
I wanna choke up chunks of my own sins
Even if the sky cracks in mourning
And the heavens just won't open up for me
Would you invite me in again?
Let me pay for my arrogance?
Won't you show me your weakness?
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I can't win
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I can't win

Sleep Token scratches the same itch as Evanescence did for 12 year old me

It's not even a guilty pleasure. I'm buzzing that an English working class band not made of nepo babies is seemingly on a course of world domination.