Из альбома: Level 7
Dull windows deliver no lights
Under the soft cinders, the dimming of life
We crawl in cold canyons, deep cuts between
The giants still standing over rabid ravines
Still city sleeps in sheets of ash and snow
Grey sky, it weeps over the fading glow
Are we the lucky ones
Clinging on to life
Are we the lucky ones
Ducking out of the lines of sight
The last few leaves waiting to fall
Seems fortune’s frozen for us all
Grave journeys keep taking their toll
All of these small mercies congeal in the cold
State of the dead empire, submit to the grip
Of all these bred vampires, a grim leadership
Unstable cells in concrete veins still surge
All of us bear the scars of nature’s purge
Are we the lucky ones
Clinging on to life
Are we the lucky ones
Ducking out of the lines of sight
Dividing one by one
Finding favor on the edge of the knife
Are we the lucky ones
Clinging on, clinging on to life
The last few leaves waiting to fall
Seems fortune’s frozen for us all
Frozen for us all