Swallow / Concrete - Morda

I look upon you

As if you’ve exploded existence

To achieve a little change

He who drowns out every voice of strength

I look upon you

As if you’ve shattered existence

To achieve a little change

That man whispers by shooting nails

That man screams by using silence

Delay has become the highest conception

What is this called your world

It smells it fucking smells like nothing

A warning to thee

The nature of change cannot drown

But I can be neglected by the foot

The greater the need to bring that change

The greater the craft for discipline

Give me all you have

And I shall move your world

Give me all you have

And I shall break your world

That man shifts by holding ground

Take the silver and save the fucking gold

What is this thing called you will

It bites it bites you to death

My declaration to men

To all gathered to all amassed

My tribunal

My contemplation to all men

The flame of change can’t burn out