Oil Video (MV)

Spilt from a soup of a bland composition
(From a concrete bowl)
A tired, spinal bridge where two men stand
(With four eyes sewn shut)
I've been violently strained from a desirable condition
(Holes in a plastic bag)
Stained nails reach out; their hands entwine
(And together we'll fall)
Into the earth
As it shudders and groans, dying alone
And if we poison the soil
We will claw out a life, and stay for a while
Wipe the oil from our eyes
I've been violently strained from a desirable condition
(Through knives in my back)
I've been questionably trained not to question at all
(And together we'll fall)
Into the earth
As it shudders and groans, dying alone
And if we poison the soil
We will claw out a life, and stay for a while
Wipe the oil from our eyes
And when it comes to an end
Your blood will run black
Into a concrete bowl
From knives in your back
AND WE FALL
Into the earth
As it shudders and groans, dying alone
And if we poison the soil
We will claw out a life, and stay for a while
And if we grind to a halt
We will spread out across the stars
As atoms and dust