This world has got the vines
Strong and luscious ones
With movements satisfied
With our paws in the ocean
Crowds would gather on the traces of the outer rings
We feel the ways through
I don't feel anything
This place is failing my thin ties to settle ground
Stands moving, dying wind
Cruel ends staring down
A stone like you would pull
We can't hear, it doesn't ring
My hand just passes through
I don't feel anything
