Mutilated World (Giles Thomas)

The planet seems to know our names A flame that lifts our days away Stuck to the age of our dreams Sifting down amongst the ground we once embraced I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day Praise the mutilated world I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day Praise the mutilated world I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day Praise the mutilated world I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day Praise the mutilated world Enrinched with a taste of rain Dripping from those who fade away Gripped by the day of our dreams Creeping down amongst the ground we once disgraced This won't dry (A simple smile) That glazed our eyes (A simple task) This won't speak (They know our names) They drag them deep (This won't dry) I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day (Glazed our eyes) Praise the mutilated world (This won't speak) I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day (Drag them deep) (This won't dry) I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day (Glazed our eyes) Praise the mutilated world (This won't speak) I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day (Drag them deep)