Из альбома: Palo Santo
In place of the sun
In place of the moon
A terrible light
Will flood every room
And bathed in this light,
We will swim again
From the high desert's walls
To the seas, red and black
Turn the transmitters off
We are not coming back
And the pearls of our eyes,
Are turning black
And when it occurred, oh, yes
Sir, yes, sir
And the walls came down, it was
A fucking disaster
The whole thing's changed in
Unthinkable ways
And now you have come to inherit it
But why did you come,
To corral everyone?
When you're just pushing the
Darkness around