歌词
And so I'm interrupted by my future self
Come back to warn me of approaching agents
But I (in indignant rage) draw my knife –
Stab him in the chest and REALITY COMES UNZIPPED!
A crack forms in the sky – the sky is a dam
Screaming crowds point as it threatens to...
To what good use can this voice be put (if one at all) when confronted as we are by
The great deluge which tears through this Wasteland?
And what use is this protective hand
Against the deluge which tears through this Wasteland?
This landscape's parameters shake loose
But not before Coehn's attack-word is whispered:
The masses turn on their kin and themselves
And you and I in these final moments must decide if it's so
("Is it so?")
That right words in right order can remedy all?
No, the thing's the voice
Presumptuous, grotesque, it dissolves and dissolves
(It dissolves, it dissolves, it dissolves, it dissolves, it dissolves, it dissolves, it dissolves, it dissolves...)
Written by: LICE
