Haste The Rescued Lyrics

The Rescued Lyrics

The smokestacks breathe like spitting out the truth. White lines disguised as
fuel consumed. Under grayblue skies we are simple machines, marks matched with
greatness but tempting fate. Lines, Faces, are all drawn in the sand. Its
better not to understand and turn your back on the city. Wine, it tastes like
it did yesterday and finally you've found a way of turning your back on
everything. Don't ever swing on three right things. Finding safe escape routs
and saying the right things. The choice you make still affects me. We cling to
this tension just to feel nything, leaving flesh for the effort we've made.
Time to embrace. time won't erase these guilty looks from your eyes. There is
no disguise good enough to hide lines that are drawn in the sand. You've
finally found a way. Don't ever, However. Written down in numbers and measured
in waves add up to a sense of accomplishment.