Trablastara - Drift Lyrics

Famed is the tale and shame do tell a verse
Scattered ash made to crash and burning through the hearse
Want is all that want has ever known
Sick in the act of shot in the back - the trigger was your thrown
Want it. Need it. Get it. Feed it. Feel it in your bones
Same again. See no end. Called it on your own
Eyes wide shut
The night grows long
Last act to back
This show grows some

Petty Peter peddles his pitter patter to Paul
For a ticket many wicked through thickest thicket do crawl
But the gate's weight's stuck - no keys to drop for
Many static gilded addicts with eyes that seek more
To the lover and the poets and seekers who never sleep
Everlasting and the all is upon the home keep
Living soul
Giving all
Many gained
Nothing hurt
Better one
Than the none
Never lost
Free to search

Drifted speech
Prone to feign
Comfort peak
End of play
Numb to all
Fade to stay
With a soul to scroll to hold and bow the rift
For a brief respite, you drift
You drift
You drift
You drift