Songtexte Red Hands - Vore Complex

Lessened hours
Lessened hours
Lessened hours
Lessened hours

The time of lessened hours stretches far
Dim space is spilling from its ruptured gut
This should not be true

A tear machine stabs blossoms out of tar
Its thoughts are raw
Its lips are welded shut, shut, shut, shut
The time of lessened hours stretches far
The time of lessened hours stretches far

The time of lessened hours stretches far
The time of lessened hours stretches far

The black light steals our bones to craft new bars
They will not yield and let themselves be cut
This should not be true
We have lost the stars

The lungs of hope are pickled in a jar
The time of lessened hours stretches far
The lungs of hope are pickled in a jar

All Heaven is a carcass, cheaply charred
All Heaven is a carcass, cheaply charred
If only one clock firmed its fire, but
The time of lessened hours stretches far

And everything is true
There are no stars
And everything is true
There are no stars
And everything is true
There are no stars

Lessened hours
Lessened hours
Lessened hours
Lessened hours
Lessened hours
Lessened hours