Fog - SPTNK

Inter dependable cuts

The ocean of billions drowned

All that I could have got

Had already been known

Just slide in a caterpillar state

No hero, no will, no need

Longing above the bend

The universal breed

There is no cure for cancer of soul

Everyone’s having their own waterloo

Sensible tripe, compulsive sound

Keeps me in doubt

Keeps me in doubt

Go visualise the world

Be walking off skin

Insignificant signs, confident fools

Delirious thoughts, gulfstream

There is no cure for cancer of soul

Everyone’s having their own waterloo

Sensible tripe, compulsive sound

Always in doubt

I’m always in doubt

There is no cure for cancer of soul

Everyone’s having their own waterloo

Sensible tripe, compulsive sound

Always in doubt

I’m always in doubt

Come home

Always in doubt

Always in doubt

Always in doubt

Always in doubt

Come home

Come home

Come home

Come home

Come home

Come home