Folklore

They don't hear

anything

anymore

Ears are shot

If we don't

simmer down

Take a break

Will it put us out?

Think we'll dance

Taking this

Dissonance

To the grave?

Don't feel much richer this evening, it's like

You wouldn't be any freer if you were a bird

If you die like a finch then would you see another birth?

Colours of ochre tranquil the ceiling

Folklore depleting, the culprits receiving

We're bound

But you're cutting up ground

Can't leave it till the morning

There's countless numbers calling

Still dredging up water

Different names

At the bay

Sometime it'll

Shine bright

we'll have had

Everything

Nowadays

I'm not sure

what we have

Is so safe

Don't feel much richer this evening it's like

You wouldn't be any freer if you were a bird

If you die like a finch then would you see another birth?

Colours of ochre tranquil the ceiling

Folklore depleting, the culprits receiving

Colours of ochre tranquil the ceiling

Folklore depleting, the culprits receiving

We're bound

But your cutting up ground

Can't leave it till the morning

There's countless numbers calling

They'll drown

Are you coming on down?

You're breathing but your yawning

There's no bridge terraforming