Paroles de Skyquake

The morning broke with eerie silence The ground beneath us cracked and dry Too self-absorbed to even notice The cracks that formed up in the sky Twisting Turning Freezing Burning Tearing Fusing Lucid Confusing Open reception Forceful rejection dreaming and waking the process is taking too long Take what we need at our convenience Another quick means to an end Too busy thinking of excuses For a practice we cannot defend Collapsing under its own weight The sky burns out As we kiss oblivion Upon its toothy mouth Your well-being does not concern us Any worries you must keep inside Do as we're told without a reason We never bother to ask why We walk upon the fields of fire The smoldering bodies of our dead Our self-absorption is the reason It's the gun we point to our own heads