Текст песни Plight

His face is young

His hands are old

The past is empty

Blind and cold

All the sweat

On his back

Grabs the dirt

It stains his shirt

Push all day

He rests at night

Do some hobbies

Drink to forget
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[Spoken during verses]

A ton of sand at my feet

Each a speck in a space

All collecting in a mass

Pressure changing it's shape, it's direction, it's purpose

As the sea tears it away from the land

More is pushed back

Each different

Each separate

All has changed and nothing has changed

When the momentum stops, the machine will die

For some reason we're not alone