Текст песни Zero - Atwood

I remember feeling the same old condescending darkness
And all I could think of, all I could think of
Was a way of turning these lights on
A way to bring them closer together
Manipulate your dissonance, give a shape to the abstract urge
And stop asking yourself "now what do I do?"
So relentless and unconditional
Frozen, hiding, broken guidance
In the grave that you built with your own two hands
A metallic taste in my mouth, that strain
You dug it out from under by bones
But you couldn't care less, you couldn't care less, no
Do you remember being ever so ferociously persistent
I am no target
So relentless and unconditional
Frozen, hiding, broken guidance
In the grave that you built with your own two hands