As these days pass
Underground
Breathe the air
Before you drown
One more time
Another line
Slowly difines
A thought denied
We could do with some more poison(x 4)
Blinded by the burning lights
Turn them off, turn 'em of
Bodies break before there white
Exposure sense before it's lost
Drawing lines
Making shapes
Stay alive
To sail awake
We could do with some more noises (x 8)
The lines exist within the beat
The shapes are moving all over the screen
And i can see that nothings moving
Is this something that's not worth losing?
This will do
Oh it'll do
Still we could
We could do with some more noises (repeat until the end)