Album: Fists Buried in Pockets
A scientist a golden age
Impending finitude of progression made
And the doom of knowing knowing's limits
That they could come any day
A selfish wish apply a brake
Slow the with which we fill up the page
Cause the closing of the covers colors life in inescapable gray
We have found once the friction is lifted
Inertia becomes our sworn enemy
So we fight for life
With the limits out our reach
We implore the sky
To unfurl past infinity
So dies safety
We didn't need it
It just killed what we loved anyway
A picket fence a quiet street
Another mile from the siren's ringing
Is a polished politician's promise prior to the poll's opening
The losing of identity
Endless acres paved with homogeny
The parking lots and buildings block the blood
Till it all becomes numbing
We have castrated cost and conviction
Our pallets pallid with separated paint
So we fight...
All we loved we cannot hold for long
The waves that collide they double in size
Are perceived from the pier by four adjusted eyes
That had widened in time in the darkness of night
But the energy augmented soon must subside
It was gone in that moment we tried to hold tight
| # | Top 3 The Riot Before |
|---|---|
| 1 | The Riot Before - In Perspective |
| 2 | The Riot Before - On Tracks Asleep Beneath The Snow |
| 3 | The Riot Before - A Drop In The Ocean |