Disturbed Art Lyrics

Art Lyrics

they used to

meet in group

Separate jobs

according to task



some are for spring 

while the others chose fire

blackness
dominates

heat bursts



transparency are on their faces

their mark is a move

they swell

and even closes



they
did something

for the bloody room

they are the roots

who crave
for water



their crackle are different

as hard as a log 

is what they carry

and it pops