The empty ship
Crease the shore
And we don't make any sound at all
And we don't make any sound at all
Open your arms
Bloody and beat from this
Drunk to compose
And broken in twice
Turn down
Turn around
Turn down
In the shuffling of your feet
Crooked and far-gone
The stagnant nakedness
Of nowhere to belong
And we don't make any sound at all
And we don't make any sound at all
Alien
Alien
Stream his blood across your face
And fill your cup with fiery rage
So that a lifetime is complete
No imitations in your streak
With assurance
With defiance
And with the ugly truth beneath
Awake in a dream you kept from me
Awake in a dream you kept from me
Awake in a dream you kept from me
Awakening dreams become me - now
