BKMER - In Cycle Lyrics

Little specs from the street
In dotted marks of disease
Fly in my eye and I cry out
None see or hear
Cascading beakers of tears

Indignant blues for insipid blends
Sink the royal spade stricken blades
Long overdue for splendid aid

I'm drowning in the pavement
Forsaken
In persistent grooves
Indiscretion bends
Indeterminate we play pretend
Free make the moves we unintend

Little voices don't speak
They play along silently
Quell the hands that command every route
Instilling fear
We're locked in here

In persistent grooves
Indiscretion bends
Indeterminate we play pretend
Free make the moves we unintend