كلمات Make Way

The night glows sickly an orange and black paste Holding the city submerged The hero of our story leans into a crowd And is lost amongst the sea of faces Languages rise and expire Mixing into just one flavour Are there any "wilds" anymore? As the indoors is eating the outdoors Someone's counting all of our enemies There's no place you can disappear into Try to sleep it off I guess I will too Try to sleep it off Maybe I could follow you Crack our shells and show our treasure long armoured Moving prescriptions, seretonin addictions Your massive sugar rush Your public space is dying Communities in need or reviving Someone is counting all of our enemies There's no place you can disappear into