Engaged to the drought of days
Toothpicks made of climber’s bones
Parcels are in amber’s hands
Poisoning flames keep warmth

Ancestors will be sunk in spitting
All the round shapes are the fatal shears
Stars are falling between buildings
Having been partying for billions of years

On the roadside strength's gone,
And the dawn picked up all the tears
The left eye’s been exchanged for the prong
Someone heard that ash is a menace

Ancestors will be sunk in spitting
All the round shapes are the fatal shears
Stars are falling between buildings
Having been partying for billions of years