White Embers - Shields, Spencer Charnas

Drive through the streets that burn with gold

White embers turn to fucking mould

Watch at the roads fold like paper

Watch as the sky bends backwards

Aren’t you seeing this?

Are you fucking blind?

Parasites devour the earth

Drive through the streets that burn with gold

White embers turn to fucking mould

Why do my words catch in my throat?

Why do you see right through me?

The world is at its knees begging for a helping hand

Comets blister through the atmosphere

We are all so fucked, nothing to be done

Is this how it all ends

Why do my words catch in my throat?

Why do you see right through me?

Why do you see through me?

Please let this be a dream

Drive through the streets that burn with gold

White embers turn to fucking mould

Drive through the streets that burn with gold (Burn with gold)

White embers turn to fucking mould

Why do words catch in my throat?

Why do you see right through me?