Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Introduced Species, artist - Hands Like Houses. Album song Unimagine, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 18.07.2013
Record label: Rise
Song language: English
Introduced Species |
In a way we are all connected, |
threaded together. |
In a way we are all suspended, |
bound going nowhere. |
Wake up, |
walk on the wires. |
Defeat and define. |
Wake up, |
evolve and escape, |
Unravel, unmake yourself. |
We speak in tongues |
and we walk on the wires between, |
we don’t belong here. |
We are the sleeping sickness, |
the dancing dreams, |
we don’t belong here. |
We’re invaders from the inside, |
we’re survivors in silver skin. |
Shapeless, we move, |
unwinding the wires between, |
we don’t belong here. |
So we’ll follow, follow down |
each knotless fathom to the end. |
No more hollow, hollow sounds |
of echoes, echoes in our heads. |
Wake up, |
walk on the wires. |
Connect and combine. |
Wake up, |
react and reshape, |
untangle, unmake yourself. |
We speak in tongues |
and we walk on the wires between, |
we don’t belong here. |
We are the sleeping sickness, |
the dancing dreams, |
we don’t belong here. |
We’re invaders from the inside, |
we’re survivors in silver skin. |
Shapeless, we move, |
unwinding the wires between, |
we don’t belong here. |
It’s been a long, long night |
and we’re still learning how to survive. |
Will you walk with me awhile, |
and see a world with brand new eyes? |
We see the sights, |
and we’re fighting for our lives. |
Will you run? |
Will you run? |
Will you run? |
(It's no longer survival of the fittest, |
now that everyone survives. |
But we don’t want to survive… |
…We want to live) |
In a way we are all connected, |
threaded together. |
In a way we are all suspended… |
We speak in tongues |
and we walk on the wires between, |
we don’t belong here. |
We are the sleeping sickness, |
the dancing dreams, |
we don’t belong here. |
We’re invaders from the inside, |
we’re survivors in silver skin. |
Shapeless, we move, |
unwinding the wires between, |
we don’t belong here. |