Paroles de Sinking

Sinking in a cold place The carvings of mankind are useless to one's ways Disregarded as a dog to inhuman power plays Stagnant, they choke our very pores, for those are scraped They might as well just tag us dead Forcely narrow they grow Without openness or integrity to show Mocking different stages of themselves dubbed a little low Atrophy dilates all the veins up until they blow You might as well just leave it Free your mind Dabble in the magic of your sound Feed your kind Break the links to overrated pounds Free your mind Whizz by all materialistic vibes Feed your kind Seize the day, it's your sole gift in life In signs, in life, in binds, it grinds.