Lyrics

It’s in the air

Like a fucked up twist

My swollen fist

My swollen fist



Steal just enough to survive
They mustn’t know

Sheep wool

Old school

New stash

Old tools

Quick to the city


Lie just enough to survive
They mustn’t know

You’ve never seen the sea
Fix the new batch in silence
Old tracks

Old rules

Old violence



Beasts

Wash away my sins

Wash away my skin

Turn things upside down
Your sky, my ground

Like a fucked up twist
Floating in the air

You’ll see my swollen fist
My swollen fist