Letra de Ants Of The Sky (Live)
My teeth taste funny today, they seem more jagged than normal I've been told, I've been told, I've been told. That I have been grinding them like gears during my dream hours I wonder if it's just my thoughts fusing into one frequent dream One which parts with the night (These are frequent amongst the walking crawlers.)I saw them dragging the other day, other day Scraping their knees... (and elbows against the bumpy pavement Blood tracks have been filling the streets.)Seems the high horse is taking them all home I can't leave myself out Seems the high horse is taking them all home I can't leave myself outWhy should we sleep today? Why should we awake tomorrow? We can just pop back a few and drift through this pre-programmed flight We can just pop back a few and drift through this pre-programmed flightAcross all oceans. Across all oceans. Across all oceans. Across all oceans... (a windy, noisy trek.)We weren't brought up to grow into one We weren't brought up to grow into one(This seems to be what I've needed The view used to be better... lands are growing into one We wanted it this way.)I'm going to fly up soon and seek other lands. The soothing air of flight. A bird's eye view into what I've always imagined life could be Will it be sought after? It might just be useless writing and ideas that laziness will corrupt in the end Bones of dust need hardening. I think the prescription I think the prescription is foundSleep on... fly on In your mind, you can't fly Sleep on... fly on In your mind, you can't fly Sleep on... fly on In your mind, you can't fly Sleep on... fly on In your mind, you can't fly Sleep onMy teeth grin oddly today. They seem to gleam more than normal Maybe it will be noticed(That's all we ever asked for. Grinning through it all...)(In the other corner the thinker thinks: I seem more jagged than normal I am the episode of constant wandering A nomad in my own surroundings... this hand produces the nerve)Walking dead