Текст песни Let It Fall - Emptiness
                                                Nothing 
                                                is 
                                                solid, 
                                                nothing 
                                                is 
                                                straight
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                creature 
                                                uncouples 
                                                itself 
                                                and
 
                                    
                                
                                                Crawls 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                air, 
                                                scratching 
                                                the 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spiraling 
                                                down 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                stairs 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                house
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blind, 
                                                stinky 
                                                and 
                                                cracking 
                                                bones 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                call
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                vomits 
                                                dust 
                                                made 
                                                of 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Malaise 
                                                shoving 
                                                back 
                                                the 
                                                whole
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                your 
                                                basement 
                                                to 
                                                your 
                                                hair
 
                                    
                                
                                                Even 
                                                your 
                                                feet 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                couch
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                vomits 
                                                dust 
                                                made 
                                                of 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Even 
                                                spits 
                                                up 
                                                your 
                                                dad 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sink
 
                                    
                                
                                                Elbows 
                                                and 
                                                knees 
                                                as 
                                                veins
 
                                    
                                
                                                An 
                                                eye, 
                                                    a 
                                                tunnel 
                                                to 
                                                draw 
                                                men 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                cord 
                                                linking 
                                                the 
                                                being 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                clouds 
                                                above
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                straw 
                                                to 
                                                swallow 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                prey 
                                                running 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                caught
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                cracking 
                                                bones 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                call
 
                                    
                                
                                                More 
                                                of 
                                                them 
                                                are 
                                                falling 
                                                like 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mud 
                                                is 
                                                created 
                                                by 
                                                their 
                                                drool
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                drink 
                                                it 
                                                down, 
                                                again 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                soup
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                gargle 
                                                it 
                                                before 
                                                swallowing
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                jaded 
                                                world 
                                                in 
                                                transition
 
                                    
                                
                                                Exposed 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                hazards 
                                                of 
                                                evolution
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wild's 
                                                got 
                                                digested
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                sound 
                                                of 
                                                gas 
                                                rejected
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                other 
                                                will 
                                                transcend 
                                                them
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                their 
                                                crab-faces, 
                                                screaming 
                                                like 
                                                princesses
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                soon 
                                                to 
                                                blow 
                                                themselves 
                                                for 
                                                their 
                                                god
 
                                    
                                
                                                Imagine 
                                                    a 
                                                dimension 
                                                for 
                                                it 
                                                to 
                                                appear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leaving 
                                                luck 
                                                to 
                                                rip 
                                                off 
                                                infinity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Something 
                                                around 
                                                pictures 
                                                    a 
                                                singing 
                                                ape
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                here 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                to 
                                                please 
                                                you
 
                                    
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