Things Don't Look Good 歌词

Roots spread under the mud Drags the steel sprawl out towards the sea Pile these cold souls so tight they’ll hardly breathe Flames will walk the earth Let them roam They don’t need what can spend so easily Make this wretched mass work for their gloom Flames will walk the earth And nothing will change Pack ourselves so tight we can’t breathe On their grief We cast our roots deep The grid extends its reach Things don’t look good As we feel the ground wake Nothing will change Flames will walk the earth And nothing will change