Lyrics
Sickle, sickle, set me aside
Burn the bridge, no mercy tonight
As they run to retrograde love
And I know the specter is calling
Mountains are falling below into replication
And I lay to waste my life, halcyon days and nights
So I could be one of them, I could be one of them
Promises buried twice, down where they won't survive
So I could be one of them gripping to relevance
These silhouettes will drive me crazy, oh-oh
Brittle sparrow, pale by design
Delicate, they corner my mind
Feel them run, I'm feeling them run
Precious is the retrograde
In power, with no emotion
It brings devotion and starts to fade
And I lay to waste my life, halcyon days and nights
So I could be one of them, I could be one of them
Promises buried twice, down where they won't survive
So I could be one of them gripping to relevance
(I could be one of them)
These silhouettes will make me contemplate
(I grip to relevance)
Will I fit or will I fade away?
(I could be one of them)
Burning bridges as devotions fade
(I grip to relevance)
Irrelevance is imminent, I could be one of them
Oh!
