Silt

Twelve carbon flood

Render it all, render it all down

Smell it in the sun, smell it in the sun

In the hot summer months

Twelve carbon flood

Render it all, render it all down

Smell it in the sun, smell it in the sun

In the hot summer months

If you feel a shake

A shiver in the slightest

Then the rest of the sequence is silenced

I’m paralyzed

As I stand by waiting

Because you told me that motion erases

I wash in your wake

Float in my own filth

Dig my heels into the silt

Draft plans, never build

Before we make mistakes

Drown out the burden we'd create

Twelve carbon flood

Render it all, render it all down

Smell it in the sun, smell it in the sun

In the hot summer months

Twelve carbon flood

Render it all, render it all down

Smell it in the sun, smell it in the sun

In the hot summer months

So nothing shines

Nothing rattles or whispers

Except in my mind

Let it unwind

Everything's rusted together, it covers my eyes

Faith in design, until I lose faith in mine

I fled into the night

Better than into the fire

I fled into the night

Better than into the fire