It's Coming It's Real - Swans

In the place where you lay, in the shimmer above

In the rust and the oil with your mouth full of mud

You run like a child through curtains of rain

In a room made of stone your future was made

There's nowhere to run to, you forget where you've been

Your shadow is shrinking in the tightening lens

How many more years?

How much time is there left?

All the rivers reversed while you counted each step

In the veins of the tree, in the strata beneath

In the polished chrome sheen, in the rebar and concrete

Reach up for the hand of the glowing half-man

Stand still on the edge of the greased precipice

Reach out in a tunnel of steel

Fall through, it's coming, it's real

Breathe in the glittering dust

Exhale, mindless

Rage on, helpless, reach out, sightless

Kneel down, fearless, rise up, righteous

Save us, formless, reach out, mindless

Save us, lightless, leave us, soundless

Rise up, righteous, save us, formless

Reach out, mindless, save us, lightless

Rage on, fearless, leave us, soundless

Leave us, soundless, save us, lightless

Reach out, mindless, save us, formless

Rise up, righteous, kneel down, fearless

Reach out, sightless, rage on, soundless