Rentokill Sounds Of A Pityful End
We keep on howling through this quiet scene, our
footsteps wither and everything seems to fall apart while
we are moving on. in this quiet scene it´s in our hands
if the footsteps get a second chance, don´t throw this
moment away, the spirit depends on our intention to cry
out. it´s never too late! this is a riot of words and i´m
ready to start an unstable moment. we can search for the
sun deep inside our broken hearts. there is a reason for
this intensity, the final fact for me to stay. the fear
of change, and we are pounding on prosperity that once
made us so strong. but time keeps ticking slowly away, so
if there´s anything to do, do it! so if there´s anything
to say - this is a riot of words and i´m ready to start
an unstable moment. we can shoplift the sun out the
stores of broken hearts. this is a call to wake the
blind, the chance for escape. a long necessary
consequence for that weakness is taking me apart. bricks
need to fall, break down the wall, hear the a
pathy call you by your name, the same mistakes made on a
different day, the spirals inside won´t provide a
solution, the fire will die when you cut it off the air.
we linger, we hesitate as time moves on. far too few have
been there for too long and we keep waiting for that
song. the fire, the fire´s on! so if there´s anything to
do, if there´s anything to say, if there´s any chance to
get rid of that sound of a pityful end, my head in the
sand. no! what better place than here? what better time
than now? we have to focus on it!
