I count and enter them by ones and twos and threes.
Their faces gone, their seams unseen.
Standing in lines of six, walking two by two,
I watch them tick the math work hits
The red line slowly thins, the red streams are dead ends
Yet they reach for their guns to their suns
Eyes rolling back into, the haze of black and blues
Colors are at default of that.
Voices screeching loud. all echoes stop.
It's now the time to look beyond
The red line slowly thins, the red streams are dead ends
The rain makes
The red line slowly thins, the red streams are dead ends
They ask me why does the sun rise quick,
Does the darkness still shine the light above
To the earth below?
I need to go, need to go below, need to go
It's catching on again, the night of day to rain.
Today will break what others made
Against the walls they stand, lifting their hands as one.
All quakes that shake, all others fate
The red line slowly thins, the red streams are dead ends
The rain makes
The red line slowly thins, the red streams are dead ends
They ask me why does the sun rise quick,
Does the darkness still shine the light above
To the earth below?
I need to go, need to go below, need to go.
Their faces gone, their seams unseen.
Standing in lines of six, walking two by two,
I watch them tick the math work hits
The red line slowly thins, the red streams are dead ends
Yet they reach for their guns to their suns
Eyes rolling back into, the haze of black and blues
Colors are at default of that.
Voices screeching loud. all echoes stop.
It's now the time to look beyond
The red line slowly thins, the red streams are dead ends
The rain makes
The red line slowly thins, the red streams are dead ends
They ask me why does the sun rise quick,
Does the darkness still shine the light above
To the earth below?
I need to go, need to go below, need to go
It's catching on again, the night of day to rain.
Today will break what others made
Against the walls they stand, lifting their hands as one.
All quakes that shake, all others fate
The red line slowly thins, the red streams are dead ends
The rain makes
The red line slowly thins, the red streams are dead ends
They ask me why does the sun rise quick,
Does the darkness still shine the light above
To the earth below?
I need to go, need to go below, need to go.