Testo di Hollow

Now I swim through the neons High on light, tied in wires Dressed in concrete, paint is scraping off, painters sleep I hear farewells through the phone calls Crying voltage, soundproof walls, breeding windows into chessboards Endless patterns In deadline air Does workday die with dusk? Or just the future plans die with dawn? Heart failures, soul failures Calling an angel-winged ambulance Floor texture, blood pressure Drunk saviour There is no question if the ghosts exist you are ghosts And so are we Heart failures, soul failures Calling an angelwinged ambulance Floor texture, blood pressure Drunk saviour Infusion of fire in dead veins The earth is hollow And so are we