Curious
Step into the rhythm
Of a head on collision
Corrosion leaves scars on the inside
Hands are tied
Eyes open wide
Difficulties that come with time
Coloured by beauty
The soil the sea
Never once did you think
This could happen to we
Always trying to master the slave
Now I look to save the slave in me
In memories the pressures are lifted
Come again from born in another form
Restricted by this strain
Marked clearly by an absent stain
In desperate times we pay a price
Then gasp and scream as they twist the knife
This is not a presence unseen
It's a future past from machete to machine
Opened up to the physical
The cracks were there in need of repair
But you left them to fend fi themselves
Watch chaos ensure as if you never knew
Maybe just maybe we should tell you
Maybe just maybe we can feel you
Maybe just maybe we can save you
Maybe just maybe we will kill you
Coloured by beauty
The soil the sea
Never once did you think this could happen to we
Always trying to master the slave
Now I look to save the slave in me
Future plans simply ripped from hand
Means we can't compete
'less we dead 'pon we feet
With the stroke of a pen
Ground beneath we descends
Into a never-ending bottomless shift
There's a world of something in this
Blood a' boil under flesh
Mechanism of stress
Come like we're still unaware
Why the numbers make sense
Divide invisible power
With the speed of desire
Substract the presence of guilt
From the riches of pleasure
Now you're opened up to the physical
The cracks were there in need of repair
But you left them to fend fi themselves
Watch chaos ensue as if you never knew
Maybe just maybe we should tell you
Maybe just maybe we can feel you
Maybe just maybe we can save you
Maybe just maybe we will kill you
Coloured by beauty
The soil the sea
Never once did you think this could happen to we
Always trying to master the slave
Now I look to save the slave in me
Of a head on collision
Corrosion leaves scars on the inside
Hands are tied
Eyes open wide
Difficulties that come with time
Coloured by beauty
The soil the sea
Never once did you think
This could happen to we
Always trying to master the slave
Now I look to save the slave in me
In memories the pressures are lifted
Come again from born in another form
Restricted by this strain
Marked clearly by an absent stain
In desperate times we pay a price
Then gasp and scream as they twist the knife
This is not a presence unseen
It's a future past from machete to machine
Opened up to the physical
The cracks were there in need of repair
But you left them to fend fi themselves
Watch chaos ensure as if you never knew
Maybe just maybe we should tell you
Maybe just maybe we can feel you
Maybe just maybe we can save you
Maybe just maybe we will kill you
Coloured by beauty
The soil the sea
Never once did you think this could happen to we
Always trying to master the slave
Now I look to save the slave in me
Future plans simply ripped from hand
Means we can't compete
'less we dead 'pon we feet
With the stroke of a pen
Ground beneath we descends
Into a never-ending bottomless shift
There's a world of something in this
Blood a' boil under flesh
Mechanism of stress
Come like we're still unaware
Why the numbers make sense
Divide invisible power
With the speed of desire
Substract the presence of guilt
From the riches of pleasure
Now you're opened up to the physical
The cracks were there in need of repair
But you left them to fend fi themselves
Watch chaos ensue as if you never knew
Maybe just maybe we should tell you
Maybe just maybe we can feel you
Maybe just maybe we can save you
Maybe just maybe we will kill you
Coloured by beauty
The soil the sea
Never once did you think this could happen to we
Always trying to master the slave
Now I look to save the slave in me
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Goodman, Stephen Samuel Gordon
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