Over the dunes we will fly leaving our weapons in an ancient sky
Living in oceans watching the shore waiting for someone to paint the floor
I can sell a day with someone like you

I suffocate when I wear your shoes chain reactions force my point of view
The air grows stale in these many rooms changing core as I sense the fumes
I can sell a day with someone like you
The reactions sway but their aim is true

With your hand in the futurе throw twisting in the mannequin show
This commotion's been through your bones our productivity nеars the fuse
These drowning faces we have cut must be thrown away
DOWN TO THE traces THESE ? have surely not
Falling through the grey
Falling through the grey
Falling through the

Paralyze a way on through
Paralyze your way of view
Paralyze your way of view