Song Lyrics
Hiding in the wastelands, cheered by broken clapping hands, the sun retreats as the caves drink the rivers
You float inside the hollow waves, the sun retreats as the caves drink the rivers
the desert sculptures paying homage to the wounds
the snakes and their proud owners
All lined up to fowl the beaches, all lined up to fowl the beaches, feral aeroplanes
The sun retreats as the caves drink the rivers, you float inside the hollow waves
With broken limbs they dance, like sleepwalkers on the ocean highway, the sun retreats as the caves drink the rivers
in their concave masks
Hiding in the wastelands, the snakes and their proud owners
Hiding in the wastelands, the desert sculptures paying homage to the wounds
The sun retreats as the caves drink the rivers, the feral aeroplanes
On parade out in the iron rain, the desert sculptures paying homage to the wounds
all lined up to fowl the beaches
the feral aeroplanes
feral aeroplanes
empty figures on the crests of the dunes
All lined up to fowl the beaches, the desert sculptures paying homage to the wounds
Gliding on raw silk, with broken limbs they dance
In their concave masks, you float inside the hollow waves, hiding in the wastelands
see the blind cavalry
Chasing the winds upon the ocean highway, see the blind cavalry Stalkers, the snakes and their proud owners
On parade out in the iron rain, you float inside the hollow waves Virus, the feral aeroplanes
they mimic themselves
Chasing the winds upon the ocean highway, stalkers of the drift Drift, with broken limbs they dance
gliding on raw silk
Feral aeroplanes, see the blind cavalry Drift, hiding in the wastelands
Dead faces painted in the sands, the feral aeroplanes the, stalkers of the drift
They mimic themselves, empty figures on the crests of the dunes
hiding in the wastelands
They mimic themselves, cheered by broken clapping hands the, they mimic themselves
Dead faces painted in the sands, the sun retreats as the caves drink the rivers
Stalkers of the drift, empty figures on the crests of the dunes
dead faces painted in the sands
dead faces painted in the sands
Gliding on raw silk, feral aeroplanes
The sun retreats as the caves drink the rivers, the snakes and their proud owners
gliding on raw silk
Chasing the winds upon the ocean highway, with broken limbs they dance, the desert sculptures paying homage to the wounds
see the blind cavalry
they mimic themselves
dead faces painted in the sands
You float inside the hollow waves, see the blind cavalry Stalkers, the desert sculptures paying homage to the wounds
the sun retreats as the caves drink the rivers
the feral aeroplanes
They mimic themselves, dead faces painted in the sands of, with broken limbs they dance
Empty figures on the crests of the dunes, feral aeroplanes, on parade out in the iron rain
You float inside the hollow waves, stalkers of the drift, the desert sculptures paying homage to the wounds
Cheered by broken clapping hands, the snakes and their proud owners
with broken limbs they dance
on parade out in the iron rain