Mutilated World - Thomas Giles

The planet seems to know our names

A flame that lifts our days away

Stuck to the age of our dreams

Sifting down amongst the ground we once embraced

I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day

Praise the mutilated world

I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day

Praise the mutilated world

I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day

Praise the mutilated world

I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day

Praise the mutilated world

Enrinched with a taste of rain

Dripping from those who fade away

Gripped by the day of our dreams

Creeping down amongst the ground we once disgraced

This won’t dry

(A simple smile)

That glazed our eyes

(A simple task)

This won’t speak

(They know our names)

They drag them deep

(This won’t dry)

I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day

(Glazed our eyes)

Praise the mutilated world

(This won’t speak)

I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day

(Drag them deep)

(This won’t dry)

I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day

(Glazed our eyes)

Praise the mutilated world

(This won’t speak)

I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day

(Drag them deep)