The Church Follow

Eventually akin to a cousin, dark and white
And drifted in silence through endless and enemies
Shallow dreams, life was beginning to take a shape
Water was warm as it hastened up enemies

This kind of world will start a little colony
This kind of earth will eat a little energy
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy

After thousands of years, the priest have predicted you had come
You with you death that appears in the photograph
You watch the light sky, we bickered like fools amongst ourself
We saw protection in our official youth

This kind of world will start a little colony
This kind of earth will eat a little energy
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy

This kind of thing needs a little secrecy
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy

In this sickening jam, I fell through the surface of my life
And I was cut back by the hollow camaraderie
The planet was still, nothing moved as it slept in space
I put on my suit and exited quietly