The tides we ride are the knives we hide. Striking the shoreline directly at its spine. Too many bridges washed away. No route to seek common ground for a place to stay. A place to stay. Behold the storm. Caught up in a string of scorn.
We were only looking for treasure beneath a sulfurous sea. Enslaving civilization as our human submarines. Folding up. The picture is unclear. Puzzling circumstance.
Circumcising pain from tears. Woe unfolds. A suffocating cold. Throwing glaciers at the neglected hull. We need saving from the aftermath.
We need saving from our birthing bath. Vanquish these ropes, they tie to false hope. Around the stones of temporary homes. These bodies are drones. Humanity is composed of clones. Composed of clones.
But if there is no depth to their every step, then why do these footprints stay on my chest? Pushing against my breath.
When I told you I was sorry, I fell back. This sea of blades rewriting the history that turned the world black. No more light. No more light.
We follow the siren's call through this night. Our tears and treaties torn apart by this gust's boundless might. We fled on flesh and avarice. We made this wed-locked by in a spirit's eternal kiss, draped inside this concubous cyst.
The tides we ride are the knives we hide. And the city's going to die. As we call the waves closer, closer to the perch of the choir. No lungs to scream, no chords to voice. It was within the silence that demons rise and demons die. No lungs to scream, no chords to voice.
It was within the silence that I lived this wretched fuck of a lie.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
