Molok Rising - Gazpacho

Trust no future

You belong here

Fear no new shore

You will stay here

Stay here

Steal the blueprints of the sun god

Sailing over the solemn bay

Truly airborne we will suffer

With the numbers upon the screen

We are orphaned

Hollow seers

Selling art from a magazine

The end of ends in view

Moved by gentle tide it broke too soon

The shallow waters nearly brought you

Out to sea

With the key of dreams they would buy you too

Sheltered fool that gentle clay

Animal

That gentle clay

Trust no future

You belong here

You belong here

Here to labour and to wail with the damned

Heed not my hundred reasons at midnight

You belong here