Fear From Death - KYTE

Here’s the first of the anger and shout

Gaining volume, speed and doubt

Up in the clouds

Power cuts and smothered love

Pushing past the pretend fun

We’re all alone

Turn away, don’t raise your eyes to us

Think of dead trees, think of dark seas

Your broken neck should make this hard for us

We always helped you and took your word true

It’s the boat that missed its chance

In the thundering at last

We’ll move along

Turn away, don’t raise your eyes to us

Think of dead trees, think of dark seas

Your broken neck should make this hard for us

We always helped you and took your word true