Arrive - HORSE the Band

Pseudo, squander, plummet, crunch

On the feet of the gods do the endless munch

Hunger, open, whoosh, wind, boom

The ash-grey Door of Doom

The moon is still

The stars are still

The wind is still still

But not completely gone

Boom, black circles in the dust

Spinning on a wind deprived of its lust

The sky above is bent and swings

To the sound of silent things

I can’t have it all

Flee the moment and the moment will find you

I can’t take the call, but I can hear it

Yeah, I can hear it

I can’t find the words

Speak of the devil and the devil will find you

I’m here but not at all

But not at all

And we know that within

Our model of a human heart is doomed

And still there is that gleaming silence

Underneath a gaping sky and an empty moon

No need to operate to save my life

The time is coming, quickly sliding soon

So soon all the breaths in the world stop breathing

And so, consumed

Arrive