Текст: Chevelle. Sci-Fi Crimes. Fell Into Your Shoes.

Somehow we're sent by fools
No better when we're lost
I fell into your shoes
But only one

Hoping to be shown
A leaner curfew
Hopeful senseless sins
Gathering clues
Weaving into
Feeding off the youth

Somehow we're sent by fools
No better when we're lost
I fell into your shoes
But only one

The skies are overwhelmed
Another teacher
Heads for higher ground
Gathering clues
Weaving into
Feeding off the youth

Closing chapters tell of
A final virtue
Pay for healing as
Eyes go hollow
Weaving into
We bring this to you

Somehow we're sent by fools
No better when we're lost
I fell into your shoes
But only one