Showered In Glass In A World Of Shit

Your life is just a repetition, it exposes your denial You need this routine every day to stop you thinking Why do your allow yourself to feed from the off the floor like dogs Here is your last wake up call like no other Tick tock tick tock The noise is rising Eruption boils beneath the streets as bassline quakes the roads The notes that slide between the cracks are forst to greet the toes Eruption boils beneath the streets as bassline quakes the roads Take us back to how we were before we felt so cold As you feel the disambiguation Feelings in the bowel begin to strand and rumble You drop to your knees and gasp at the sky As your bowels empty you wonder why People in the streets are covered in their own faeces Breath deeply