Lyrics

Movement, no movement, just a falling bird Cold as it hits the bleeding ground He lived and died, catch sight, cover me with earth Draped in black, static white sound A day without substance, a change of thought An atmosphere that rots with time Colours that flicker in water, a short term effect Scream as she tries to push him over, helpless and sick With teeth of madness, jump, jump, dance and sing Sideways across the desert, a charcoal face bites my hand Time is sweet, derange and disengage еverything A day without substance, a change of thought Thе atmosphere rots with time Colours that flicker in water, a short term effect A short term effect An echo and a stranger's hand, a short term effect An echo and a stranger's hand, a short term effect