Swans - It's Coming It's Real

IT'S COMING IT'S REAL In the place where you lay, In the shimmer above, In the rust and the oil With your mouth full of mud You run like a child Through curtains of rain, In a room made of stone Your future was made. There's nowhere to run to, You forget where you've been, Your shadow is shrinking In the tightening lens. How many more years? How much time is there left? All the rivers reversed While you counted each step. In the veins of the tree, In the strata beneath, In the polished chrome sheen, In the rebar and concrete Reach up for the hand Of the glowing half-man, Stand still on the edge Of the greased precipice. Reach out in a tunnel of steel Fall through – it's coming, it's real Breathe in the glittering dust, Exhale, mindless. Rage on, helpless Reach out, sightless Kneel down, fearless Rise up, righteous Save us, formless Reach out, mindless Save us, lightless Leave us, soundless Rise up, righteous Save us, formless Reach out, mindless Save us, lightless Rage on, fearless Leave us, soundless Leave us, soundless Save us, lightless Reach out, mindless Save us, formless Rise up, righteous Kneel down, fearless Reach out, sightless Rage on, soundless.