As these days pass
Underground
Breathe the air
Before you drown

One more time
Another line
Slowly difines
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)