LYRICS
the judgments that you make
are corpses from your well
they float in the shallows
they float in the shallows

the perspective that you take
the body you decay
floats in the shallows
you float in the shallows

you're using dead machine's to measure
living things

select the points, inject the tracers - before the camera
through your veins, she moves again - meridian.

in the centre of your lake
the darkest shades of blue
you drag the waters
you drag the waters

your spirit fossilized
my wings beneath the clay
throw out the water
your dirty water

you're using dead machine's to measure
living things