Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Always, artist - Direct Hit!.
Date of issue: 07.08.2020
Song language: English
Always |
They came alive on the carpet of a jungle |
In a time past, present, or future — who’s to know? |
Standing at her side was her |
Partner, made of metal, staring through the plastic straight into skull |
Eyes permanently wide |
They’d awoke by the programmed will of The Prophets |
Long since buried and burned |
Like the future they’d promised |
And when you’re born without meaning |
Meant to know not but yourself |
You find your purpose in just about anything |
You find your purpose in primitive pulses |
So like always they felt anxious |
But unlike ever they felt a pull somewhere in the distance |
And like always they walked toward horizon |
And unlike ever their steps had purpose |
And unlike ever their steps had purpose for once in their lives |
They’d never met a soul face-to-face on this scorched earth covered in mold |
Their only human touch was pushed through a screen |
Just characters in digital paintings |
But still they felt the tick-tick-tick get louder and louder |
As their sick tired mind got a little less crowded |
And the days turned into nights |
While sunrises and sets blurred together |
They never wait til morning to keep walking |
To wander deeper into that dark |
Hoping at least for some kind of mirage |
And like always the felt anxious |
But unlike always there was somewhere to be |
And unlike always they followed a signal |
Following the wind, can’t tell where they’re going |
Following the silence, separate from knowing |
Following the silhouette of something arisen |
And emerging from the post-prehistoric origin |
And then that tick-tick-tick-tick-tick stopped |
Towering tall out on the plane, it took their breath away |
And she felt the same thing they all felt |
When the long and awful story was finally over |
So like always, they kept walking |
Marching toward that thing they’d felt spinning in place like an orbiting atom |
When hope is at a climax it make the letdown too hard to handle |
Is it too much temptation to swallow? |
And is it worth it for choking when eating? |
But like always |
They kept walking |
And wandered deeper into that dark |
Toward the first thing they ever felt |