Good Atmosphere کے بول

Not that lost, the exits bleed into one So do the sounds long gone Hello ward hill, hello ward hill Why did we climb not run? Exits bled into one Hello master, hello master Enlightened by all that is, parted by all the trees Hello output, hello output Thick as the dried cement, what is the land ahead? Hello downfall Good food, good atmosphere and no responsibility but the Ability to respond to what was gone Good food, good atmosphere Good food, good atmosphere What’s left was never here Hello Moon, veering off right of you To lengthen our strides would help Hello tide, hello tide Been waiting for you turn, along with the gas we’ve burned Hello input, hello input Dogs laughing in a rue, but still searching for the treat Hello bastards, hello bastards I’m finally free to go, the density’s sure to grow Hello exit It’s likely to take it's new form and take us home This is my blood This is my blood