Fell To Low

Serpentine
Ignition I'm off Find lock in a familiar vein The chamber was still and cold But a spark impels a perpetual force That feeds itself and sets in course A writhing circuit All the shiny spinning rings All the dirty spitting things There's an absurd strength in the coil that grates itself Into a slag of black and impossible dregs for me to Grind fine in my mind Cut through space like the dead tongue fiends for a crowd to address And in searching find them to be deaf You've forgotten the machine running all your spirals for you But recall and find you can progress Cut through space like the dead tongue fiends for a crowd to address And in searching find them to be deaf You've forgotten the machine running all your spirals for you But recall and find you can progress Letras de cancionesWind me up, find me idle Set me inside, close the channel Following traces tracks on the ground Someone's been around Wind me up, find me idle Set me inside, close the channel Following traces tracks on the ground Tracks I laid down Find me idle, cut me a straight line From Letras Mania