Catchment

(Instrumental)

Tanks, that fly to the sun, they try for a bit but they burn up and fail because they get too hot,

I'm bored of my life and we all know that appeasement always ends in strife,

I'm true to my word, but conscious is time and you can't buy it,

Nakedity helps but will you shut up and sort out your god dammed life.

I can't hear you sing, forest fires for ears that ring,

I can't hear you sing, I can't hear a fucking thing.

Can't, no one will share but keep me the same and I won't use your soul,

I'm here to stay young but no one will share, the light is out and I'm out of your range,

Lets pick out this piece, it's lodged in my heart and the pain is knocking me out,

And the screen is blank, reflecting my face and I just don't have a clue.

(Chorus) x2

(Repeat Verse 1)

(Chorus) x2

(Guitar Solo)

(Chorus) x2