MANNER OF WORDS - East India Youth, Blanck Mass

Turn this dull roar down

I hear it all the time and I know now

It soon becomes a shrill clarion and I can’t carry on any longer

In the face of the Earth

In the manner of words

All reasons to breathe, all reasons to see

They are gone away again

Than it all to blow up

To pull me again, away from this threat

'Til it’s gone away again

And so I step outside

Hoping that this burden I’ve contrived

Will give its sorry self to the wolves

Cover all of the walls that surrounds it

But it will never leave me alone

It’s a case now of how to suppress it

In the face of the Earth

In the manner of words

All reasons to breathe, all reasons to see

They are gone away again

Than it all to blow up

To pull me again, away from this threat

'Til it’s gone away again

In the face of the Earth

In the manner of words

All reasons to breathe, all reasons to see

They are gone away again

Than it all to blow up

To pull me again, away from this threat

'Til it’s gone away again

In the face of the Earth

In the manner of words

All reasons to breathe, all reasons to see

They are gone away again

Than it all to blow up

To pull me again, away from this threat

'Til it’s gone away again

'Til it’s gone away again

'Til it’s gone away again