Fabric Songtext
von Knola

and with that it comes like a deluge of blood rushing to my head.
I remember this is where I′m from.
The smell of sweat from the slick skin of the dead permeates the air as as I'm screaming words I can′t forget.
Everyone's shoving.
I'm suddenly shirtless.
But I don′t hear a thing.
I′m torn like the fabric.
I move to the rhythm. I trust everyone will sing.
Then I feel a slow collapse, one wall at a time.
The world, the house, the hands, the mouths.
I'm grasping for a line.
Why are we here?
What does it mean?
I close my eyes and drift again, slipping through the seams.