كلمات Clock And Conquest

Head in tact, i raise the back of my curved spine And shape its form again Cause now the seams begin to twitch And heighten their relentless loss to another A growling blight takes in breath with older eyes How did i get here? I've seen growing up is growing wide And we have to escape it somehow If only i'd known on some other level that we'd stay In stone casts of youth in our heyday I'd thwart this clock and conquest by sending off Crawl to troughs of blue sand Sucked with lighters to the gas tank filling with oxygen From faces pressed, edging divine It mixes with flames but we won't be alive