Currency of Breath

Verse 1

Dust

Settling on my skin

Heavy rust

Grinding in the metal lungs

Machines don't need to sleep

Engines never weep

Iron

Cold

Hard

The loom is spinning silver thread

We weave until the sun turns red

Breath is a coin

I spent mine today

Gold is for the kings

Sand is for the ghosts

Hunger

Chorus

Panovision of the empty hands

Panovision of the shifting sands

Watching the towers grow tall

Watching the workers fall

Down

Deep

Down

The glass is shining in the light

While we are hiding in the night

In the night

In the night

Verse 2

Bone

Dry

Brittle and grey

Wind is a hammer

Pounding on the corrugated roof

My father had a song

Now the song is gone

Vanished

Lost

Buried

I see the shadow of the crane

I feel the coming of the rain

Maybe it's mercy

Maybe it's salt

They take the water from the well

They sell us back a piece of hell

Piece of hell

Chorus

Panovision of the empty hands

Panovision of the shifting sands

Watching the towers grow tall

Watching the workers fall

Down

Deep

Down

The glass is shining in the light

While we are hiding in the night

In the night

In the night

Bridge

Slowly

The air begins to thin

Surely

The cycle starts again

I hear the trumpet cry

I see the vulture fly

Breath in

Breath out

Currency

Outro

Extraction

Extraction

Silence in the gears

Washing away the years

Ochre wasteland

Ochre wasteland

Lost

Lost

Lost