Intro
Verse 1
Our palates are quarries of broken stone
Spitting verbs that the wind has disowned
Your hands raise walls of a foreign syntax
My mouth a temple your dialect attacks.
Verse 2
Concrete kisses, promises of lime and sand
A dead grammar clutching at our hands
Climbing stairs of adjectives with no owner
Searching for heaven as a linguistic loner.
Chorus
It’s the collapse of our phonetic bond
A freefall into the dark beyond
Mixed tongues on a bed of debris
Carrying the weight of what we used to be.
Babel! Babel! Our flesh forgets the name
In this tower of spit and flickering flame.
Break
MARTYRS OF THE MISUNDERSTOOD!
Guitar Solo
Bridge
You say "eternal," I hear only "ash"
Our passion atomized in a lightning flash
Gluttony of syllables biting their own tail
Where every single name is destined to fail.
Outro
Broken tongues...
Falling walls...
Total silence.
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