Sevin Songtext
von Harboured

Empty tin
Made for the weeds
What doesn′t work
Or breed a receipt

Hidden
In cold steel walls
Seething
With every drop

Will I feel numb
From the air denied lungs
I've seen enough
And for all I′ve done

Someone
Breathing in tonight
Benign
From your own pride


Now I say alone
Leading
My fears my home
I guess at all

Salt the earth and below
Brazen, old
More worth to null
Take all for one
Their bedlam
Your balance

Like any good foreman
The only word they know is cut
Lives they treated in the boardroom
Like feral dogs

Go through their lungs
Tell me what's left
Money can't bring back
Their final breaths