Silt

Twelve carbon flood Render it all, render it all down Smell it in the sun, smell it in the sun In the hot summer months Twelve carbon flood Render it all, render it all down Smell it in the sun, smell it in the sun In the hot summer months If you feel a shake A shiver in the slightest Then the rest of the sequence is silenced I'm paralyzed As I stand by waiting Because you told me that motion erases I wash in your wake Float in my own filth Dig my heels into the silt Draft plans, never build Before we make mistakes Drown out the burden we'd create Twelve carbon flood Render it all, render it all down Smell it in the sun, smell it in the sun In the hot summer months Twelve carbon flood Render it all, render it all down Smell it in the sun, smell it in the sun In the hot summer months So nothing shines Nothing rattles or whispers Except in my mind Let it unwind Everything's rusted together, it covers my eyes Faith in design, until I lose faith in mine I fled into the night Better than into the fire I fled into the night Better than into the fire