Songtexte: Krum Bums. As The Tide Turns. Fall.

Escaping the sharks, to be eaten by wolves

Look at the fucking faces
Disgustingly stoic and always the same
The spokes in the wheel
The ghosts of routine
The fucking machines that have no names

Fall under the weight of the world

Like a thousand screams in one, suffering in unison

Escaping the sharks, to be eaten by wolves

Look at the fucking faces
Disgustingly stoic and always the same
The spokes in the wheel
The ghosts of routine
the fucking machines that have no names

Fall under the weight of the world