Triassic

The Ocean

Compositor: Robin Staps

You feel so disconnected, and yes, I get it
But there is just no point in further confrontation
Dysfunctional communication skills

You undermine our mutual
Resolution strategy
With your condescending patronizing
Habitus of false modesty

You feel so disconnected, and yes, I get it
But there is just no point in further confrontation
Dysfunctional communication skills

You undermine our mutual
Resolution strategy
With your condescending patronizing
Habitus of false modesty

A sole survivor
You'll carry the flame

You feel so disconnected, and yes, I get it
But there is just no point in further confrontation
Dysfunctional communication skills

You undermine our mutual
Resolution strategy
With your condescending patronizing
Habitus of false modesty

You feel so disconnected, and yes, I get it
But there is just no point in further confrontation
Dysfunctional communication skills

You undermine our mutual
Resolution strategy
With your habitus of false modesty

A sole survivor
You'll carry the flame

You're wandering all by yourself (yourself)
Across this arid land
Dead trees in seas of sand
You're wandering all by yourself (yourself)
Dead trees in seas of sand

A sole survivor
You'll carry the flame

You're wandering all by yourself (yourself)
Across this arid land
Dead trees in seas of sand
You're wandering all by yourself (yourself)
Dead trees in seas of sand

A dry wind blows
Across the barren plains
Dead trees in seas of sand
Stretching to the horizon
Black trees
Burnt monuments to compassion

You're wandering all by yourself (yourself)
Across this arid land
You're wandering all by yourself (yourself)
Dead trees in seas of sand