Songtext von Aperture Of Pinholes

Eyeless turrets survey Picture perfect soot post cards Flat silvers, dull panes Anti-personnel impersonal Do paper targets Get a premonition Up and down Escher's chutes and ladders? Clay pigeons on hangars Track left and down, zoom the finder Every inch fortified By its aperture How long spent against the grain Before concrete soul gives way In concerted surrender we play dead but never really die