Текст: Chevelle. Sci-Fi Crimes. Shameful Metaphors.

Fear, it's all the same
Should I evolve to tend to these sights?
Said out loud then said again
If fate's so wrong you'll start to feel lightheaded

By my admission nothing grows
Just a longer list of unsorted laws

So why then has all my life made no sound?
And are your eyes closing even now?
My life made no sound
I fear your eyes closing

Revolting man, this sacred chain
Brought down to trial
No better man could fail the way you needed all
Keep close the vein of empty thoughts

The finest river, the ravens tend
All along insisting we're worlds away

So why then has all my life made no sound?
And are your eyes closing even now?
My life made no sound
I fear your eyes closing

Behold the lost, behold a band aid
Behold the lost, behold a band aid

These shameful metaphors I fought it through the teeth
Shameful metaphors biting at your heels
Shameful metaphors I fought it cheek to cheek

So why then has all my life made no sound?
And are your eyes closing even now?
My life made no sound
I fear your eyes closing