Storm Corrosion Paroles

We will forward
In these pauses
Storm Corrodes

Maps of a lift to the scaffold
On a nursery floor
Begs aloud
Not to stay

Cut from the stone in the quarry
This old friend of mine
In his silence
Storm Corrodes




Passed on the second hand slips southwards
Born in the carcass song drips endless
Throw round the boy who leaves the secret (Thanks to Matt Susalka for these lyrics)