Cut.Rate.Box - Restless Тексты

We scheme in tunnel vision
Real slow on target
We breath through an incision
Real deep
Real long

We are revolution
We're leading our wake into unknown
We heed no evolution
Recording our ways in maps of stone

We come in silent wonder
Take hold
Root down
We breed a simple blunder
Dead city
Dead town

Welcome to our time
I feed your telephone
I hear it ringing wake up