Lyrics

THE PULL
Feel the pull coming through... approaching;
As we seem to fill our minds with this perceptual manipulation.
Are we nothing here?
They say we are nothing here (in light of our future absence).
Are we nothing here?
They say we are nothing here.
Still I'm feeling the pull,
Climbing their fury,
Feeding you on... feel it.
And you are feeling the pull,
Climbing their fury,
Feeding me on... feel it.
You send your heat through my skin... you I see.
And you float like a sound in my mind: you are weightless.
Are we nothing here?
They say we are nothing here (in light of our future absence).
Are we nothing here?
They say we are nothing here.
Still I'm feeling the pull,
Climbing their fury,
Feeding you on... feel it.
And you are feeling the pull,
Climbing their fury,
You're feeding me on... feel it.
As we feel the pull... while climbing their fury...
Feeding this on... feel it on and on... and on... and on... (it's beautiful... feel it).
And no we're not blind... we're not deaf to the sounds of all those dying...
No we're not blind... we're not deaf... we're not blind...
We are claiming our own worth.
And we won't give in to the endless distractions.