Balfron

Big plans, big towers

Make sense of the shifting shadows

If I'm a seagull, you're the sea

Things changes, things matter

Lines etched in sun bleached patterns

I'm a mark on your history

Shots ring on the left and right

Day returns evicting the night

As I crumble, I accept defeat

I see him stumble, indifferent

(He) Carries on like a leaf carrying ant

And as he curses, the Lord pisses grey

Your buildings will fall down

In no sense of order

Concrete will cancer

In no sense, no sense, no sense

Body split (in) twenty six

Boiling head, brutalist

Body split (in) twenty six

Body split (in) twenty six

Boiling head, brutalist

Body split, I said twenty six

Your buildings will fall down

In no sense of order

Concrete will cancer

In no sense, no sense, no sense