I see cold faces in a line Looking on in horror at their broken legs I see pain and ask them to be ok Looking back it's too hard to stay But I see them tell me it's too much to say The sound of exchange reminds us all Keep Forward There's a sunrise every now and then and after all It's all just business.
I never knew crows could salivate like that Like the creeping ambience of a David Lynch movie The grinding cogs, the dripping stench The reverberation of forgetting you're alive The last feeling you've ever had that you couldn't savour because you never knew I see the memory of that fleeting moment pass by the windows And I wonder how it got so bad