Текст песни The Lucky Ones - Miracle of Sound

Dull windows deliver no lights.
Under the soft cinder, the dimming of life.
.We crawl in cold canyons, deep cuts between.
The giants still standing over rabid ravines.
Still city sleeps in sheets of ash and snow.
Grey sky it weeps over the fading glow.
Are we the Lucky Ones?
Clinging on to life.
Are we the Lucky Ones, ducking out of the lines of sight?
The last few leaves waiting to fall.
Seems fortune's frozen for us all.
Grave journeys keep taking ther toll.
All of these small mercies congeal in the cold.
State of the dead empire, submit to the grip.
Of all all this bred vampires, a grim leadership.
Unstable cells in concrete veins still surge.
All of us bear the scars of nature's purge.
Are we the Lucky Ones?
Clinging on to life.
Are we the Lucky Ones, ducking out of the lines of sight?
Dividing one by one, finding favour on the edge of the knife.
Are we the Lucky Ones?
Clinging on, clinging on to life.
The last few leaves waiting to fall.
Seems fortune's frozen for us all.
Frozen for us all...