Raw Gyre

Watch how the shadow creeps over the concrete.

Listen to the system rattle.

Step in the room and the temperature drops Look at the clock,

the pressure don't stop Cold on the block,

we run when they talk Lines in the sand that we never

will walk

(underground, underground) Pressure is rising,

the levels are high

No looking back when the storm is nearby

(we go hard!)

We don't slow down,

we just hit the accelerator Chasing the high and we handle it

later Noise in the static,

the bass is dramatic Moving erratic,

we keep it systematic

(yeah,

yeah)

Back to the mud,

back to the start.

Cold steel in a heavy heart.

(just watch your step...)