Testo di Death

Anchored to the bottom, you can see the current Situation bending in and out of focus Floating to the surface, you can see much higher Quality arrangements of the constellations Stranded and broken Another day where everything’s turning inside out We went too far the other way We’ll never get home Sail into the shoreline Occupy the picture Perfect combinations in the grains of sand Stranded and broken Another day where everything’s turning inside out We went too far the other way We’ll never get home Holograms cutting through the lines March in 4/4 time Hollow shells Stuttering, convalescent hands Obvious in what they desire What does deep midnight’s voice contend Deeper than they can comprehend Accelerated fall An orbital sprawl expanded and swollen A catalogue of the passages never seen Apprehending the instances there have been Weighing out the occurrences guaranteed Overlooking the idiosyncrasy Holograms cutting through the lines March in 4/4 time Hollow shells Stuttering, convalescent hands Obvious in what they desire What does deep midnight’s voice contend Deeper than days can comprehend Accelerated fall An orbital sprawl expanded and swollen