Covered stain
We stand
As animals
Colored leaves
The land
Turning small
Compensate
Without
A purpose
Conversate
With all
The corpses
Were idle in the sea
With no way
To push it into motion
Were idle in the sea
With no way
To push it into motion
Under sand
A glass
Cannonball
Honesty
The last
Parable
Compensate
Without
A purpose
Conversate
With all
The corpses
( Musical interlude)
Were not safe here
No turning back
Drift along
Were not safe here
No turning back
Drift along
Compensate
Without
A purpose
Conversate
With all
The corpses