Lyrics Eggshell - The Future Sound Of London

Eggshell

Tainted raindrop
Chemical blue
Shapeless grey lid
Close in on you
Diminishing space
Each and every day
Yet increasing a distance
For which the coming shall pay
We live in a time where it means to make sense
For a father to profit at his childrens expense
To keep draining the earth without putting anything back
A crust like an eggshell can be easily cracked
Heatwave pounding
A shield grown thin
Twisted cycles
Empty within
A legacy left
From generations of sin
Shameless greed, now, is sucking it in
We live in a time where it means to make sense
For a father to profit at his childrens expense
To keep draining the earth without putting anything back
A crust like an eggshell can be easily cracked
We had it but we sold it