Eggshell - The Future Sound Of London

Tainted raindrop

Chemical blue

Shapeless grey lid

Close in on you

Diminishing space

Each and every day

Yet increasing a distance

For which the coming shall pay

We live in a time where it means to make sense

For a father to profit at his childrens expense

To keep draining the earth without putting anything back

A crust like an eggshell can be easily cracked

Heatwave pounding

A shield grown thin

Twisted cycles

Empty within

A legacy left

From generations of sin

Shameless greed, now, is sucking it in

We live in a time where it means to make sense

For a father to profit at his childrens expense

To keep draining the earth without putting anything back

A crust like an eggshell can be easily cracked

We had it but we sold it