and the sun wrapped in grey
the world monochrome
and they say they'd rather turn to dust
and the cold concrete soft
angst ridden eyes
and I leave this place for a while
pull out the knifes
part the circles
give out the edges
if everything goes well
the up goes down
the inside out
we're parting the circles
if everything goes well
and the soil inhales towns
the sea seeps away
and I know they wanna be like flies
and dreams without sleep
the blood boiling hot
and I chase a shadow through the night
pull out the knifes
we're parting the circles
we give out the edges
if everything goes well
the up goes down
the inside goes outside
we're parting the circles
if everything goes well