Spitting Wind

Replacing all the air
You replace it till there's nothing there
You make shit suffocate
The words before the meaning
Then the voice is heard
Whoa
The voice is heard

Replacing all the air
You replace it till there's nothing there
You make shit suffocate
The words before the meaning
Then the voice is heard
Whoa
The voicе is heard

Replacing all the air
You rеplace it till there's nothing there
You make shit suffocate
The words before the meaning
Then the voice is heard
Whoa
The voice is heard

The voice is the stream of pain
Like from a falling plane
Revolves 'round the world again
The texture still isn't right
Cowers from our hunters light
Makes for a stranger to sleep with tonight

To rest here is asinine
Between electric lines
Forgive me
Instantly chilled
To the bone

You drop the shade
Through lover's gaze
Through the backlit scars
Through the [?] walls
And we burn our crimes
Between electric lines
Say a prayer for nothing
Take a dare for nothing
Here I am a ghost
A shadow lingering
I am a toxic host
No sense imagining

The voice is a shot to you
All made of ice and through
The pages wet with no one's story
Never true
It climbs through your open doors
Behind your distant doors
Destroys the age you never claimed it as your own
The freed cages hide the end
There and the plot descends
To whispers
Barely at above the spitting wind
Ooh...