Everything Could Change Songtext
von Seeming

Can I kill the lights, shut off the energy?
′Cause the world is my windmill, it's my enemy
Can I kill the voice that babbles me to sleep
Warning me that this process never ends?
I′ll be talking when I am dead and soil
And the sound will remain when I carbonize to oil

It's the ecstasy of flying miles above the hungry war
It's the fear of concentration pulling me away once more
It′s the reason that I′m lying to you, why I can't sit still
It′s the vaguest implication, joining this world to my will

And I don't think I can make this stop
Though everything could change in the world up top
Behind my skin blares a spoken song
Though everything could change, it will echo on and on


I′m a radio tuned to white noise in between
What was a hissing foreground is now a backdrop screen
And should a river emerge within this cloudy stream
Would it trickle a message that I trust?
Can I know that a soothing word's not just
The beginning of more gray noise to fill the dream?

There′s uncertainty with every face I think I've seen before
There's an endless second guessing what′s behind my bedroom door
There′s no doubt that every blade of grass feels urgency to speak
There is writing on the wall in Braille through foothills of concrete

And I don't think I can make this stop
Though everything could change in the world up top
Behind my skin blares a spoken song
Though everything could change, it will echo on and on

I′m no hallucination
Watch out your vision lies
For every coelacanth reborn
Nine hundred oceans die

I know the truth is waiting
Somewhere behind the eyes
It narrates beyond the story's end
Books locked from the inside


And I don′t think I can make this stop (I'm no hallucination)
Though everything could change in the world up top (watch out, your vision lies)
Behind my skin blares a spoken song (for every coelacanth reborn)
Though everything could change, it will echo on and on (nine hundred oceans die)

I don′t think I can make this stop (I know the truth is waiting)
Though everything could change in the world up top (somewhere behind the eyes)
Behind my skin blares a spoken song (it narrates beyond the story's end)
Though everything could change, it will echo on and on (books locked from the inside)

Though everything could change, it will echo on and on
Though everything could change, it will echo on and on