Album Name : Moving Units
Release Date : 2011-04-06
Song Duration : 4:10
One Dead Three Wounded Cardia
We've been living off your pulse in the abscence of
light
The only sensation we feel is the draft for the
freezing outside
Our eyes glance at the clock, waiting for the munites
to move
Bathed in digital light that paints everything in view.
We've spent those past few years contemplating an
escape
If death is the consequence it's a chance we take.
Open your eyes. Flash your brights. Ignore octagon
shaped signs.
You're f..cking drowsy if you think this drive will get
you further than our street.
You're f..cking drowsy if you think this torch will burn
precisely as you seek.
You ask how the f..ck do our hearts beats so long
untouched and the beauty of it...
Trite, awkward gestures frame the canvas of what we
claim to be.
Night driving so long we are in the furthest points of
a car.
Night driving for so long sitting in the furthest
points of a car.
watching the cob webs grow from wall to wall
You asked for my thoughts on the politics of whether
God exists or not.
We live our lives by dialogues on bathroom stalls.
You ask how the f..ck do our hearts beats so long
untouched and the beauty of it...
Trite, awkward gestures frame the canvas of what we
claim to be.
Open your eyes. Flash your brights.Ignore octagon
shaped signs.
You're f..cking drowsy if you think this drive will get
you further than our street.
You're f..cking drowsy if you think this torch will burn
precisely as you seek.
Open your eyes if you think that this torch will do
anything
more than infect old sores and heat up cold wars
Open your eyes if you think that this torch will do
anything
more than infect old sores and heat up cold wars
Up go our hopes like smoke from the cigarettes in a bar
The only reason we breath is cause the pure air is
sparce
