Lyrics

Soaring through the sky you spot me vulnerable and broken.
Product of your mess I'm just a twinkle in your eye.
i hear the tidings of magpies the laws of which unspoken.
You pick, you choose, you claws until you're strong enough to fly.
Why are the things you choose to steal so delicate and glistening?
Alluring though they seem they don't mean anything to me.
Your ear to the ground you act as though you're surely listening.
The meaning of my life is not the product that you...(seek)

I've seen one thousand souls as the year colds they're torn and rusting.
The year itself in riches but the torment won't subside.
One thousand more outside these bodies cold and warn untrusting.
Don't pick at peoples eyeballs you will make the people blind.

One thousand soles are torn.

Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn.
Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn.
You turn the tides, the tides are turned and now yo are unworn.
(Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn.)
You turn the tides the tempered tides and now you are unworn.
(Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn.)

Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn.
Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn.
Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn.
Turn the tides, the tides will be unworn.