Lyrics
It moves slow
Through the grass
A snake of the past
This pretty world
It will not last
We are upto the edge
And now we learn to pray
Fear and greed
A fear to love
It's a disease
And now we learn to pray
World
On its knees
And we repeat
Is it worse
Now
Somehow
A whole world
On its knees
We repeat
Is it worse
Now
Somehow
Burn these days
Into the flames
And we repeat
Is it worse
Now
Somehow
Written by: James Ollier