Light Streams Paroles

Oil pours from the sky
Engine breaks
Engine blows
Flicker and fade
I stop, look to the skies
With an open mouth
The darkness fills my lungs

(I will drown here, I will die here
bathed in your demise)

This place is a wasteland
Your wings are mine
Your lights move through the ether
Build machines
Climb mountains
Swim, in streams of tar
I will hunt the one
That burnt out the beacon
There's nothing else for us From it's moorings

Our
Hands
Blister
As
We
Hold
Them
In
The
Light
Streams