Industry

Even if the dark wouldn't guide me
I will be looking for proof in the soil
Shadows are black, their choruses, they turn
In the evening light

They washed away the evidence
In the river joy
Nothing is left of it
Just the pain of guilty eyes
And I follow, follow them down

I remember the time
When the dark felts were high
We were trampling lines
Looking up at the sky

Where is the future
We long for in life
Miss you from the bottom of my heart
And as the light of day moves faster I feel,
The loss of-

They washed away the evidence
In the river joy
Nothing is left of it
Just the pain of guilty eyes
And I follow, follow them down

I remember the time
When the dark felts were high
We were trampling lines
Looking up at the sky

When we cease to exist
When we pardon our blessed
When we lie asleep
No pain or gods