Mark Hollis / Tim Friese-Greene)



Sang soulless loud

Herding step on flesh and nothing else

To well to drown and drown

Sleight of reason how they come

Cain in number



Shake my head

Turn my face to the floor

Dead to respect to respect to be born

Lest we forget who lay

Who lay



Alone the crowd

Spurning step by static blame something else

Thirsting within, without

Sighted, weeded, how they run

Slain in number



Shake my head

Turn my face to the floor

Dead to respect to respect to be born

Lest we forget who lay

Who lay