This is called a short term effect
Movement, no movement, just a falling bird
Cold as it hits the bleeding ground
He lived and died, catch sight, cover me with earth
Draped in black, static, white sound
A day without substance, a change of thought
The atmosphere that rots with time
Colors that flicker in water, a short term effect
Scream, as she tries to push him over, helpless and sick
With the teeth of madness, jump, jump dance and sing
Sideways across the desert a charcoal face bites my hand
Time is sweet, derange and disengage everything
A day without substance, a change of thought
The atmosphere rots with time
Colors that flicker in water, a short term effect
An echo and a stranger's hand
A short term effect
An echo and a stranger's hand
A short term effect