Lyrics
Lines are drawn
Your body hits the light
Before the day could ever rise
Iron tusks are empty (are empty)
Eyes are closed
The pictures in your mind are false
You'll never see the night
Iron tusks are empty (are empty)
Iron tusks
Are swollen knives and guns
But their wounds are notional
Iron tusks
Are swollen knives and guns
But their wounds are notional
Knives and guns
Subsided iron tusks
But their wounds are rational
No graves by metaphors
No graves by
No graves by metaphors
All books by folded hands
All books by
All graves by folded hands
Taste the sun (Living as i wanted to)
Burn your tongue (Living as i wanted to)
Iron tusks (Living as i wanted to)
Are empty (Living as i wanted to)
You said that all is an illusion
An illusion, an illusion
You said that all is an illusion
An illusion, an illusion
You criticise an uncountable set
There are more elements
Than arguments
Yet lines will always intertwine
If dots are crossed twice
Five dots, eight lines build a house indeed
But not mine
It's not real
It's not real
And can't you see the-
Lines are drawn
Your body hits the light
Before the day could ever rise
Iron tusks are empty (are empty)
Eyes are closed
The pictures in your mind are false
You'll never see the night
Iron tusks are empty (are empty)