Tourelle - Specimen 42 Lyrics

Salt and haze, sea in grey
Dreaming ways, to kill days
Season oblivious
What once was turns to dust

Shifting through the grey
Shifting through these shapes
I cant remove this stain
I cant lift up this weight
These many faces change
But still they look the same
We've breached this interface
We've reached our final stage

Count me out, count us up
Another, light to snuff
Naked, oblivious
What comes down, once was up

I could tally these tragedies all and all
I'll try to find another strategy
This pain is twisting through my anatomy
Pulse beating towards mortality

I never really want to see
What the gap was between you and me

There's nothing left to us
Naked, oblivious
Why can't this turn to dust

I over see this (blasphemy)
Winding and turning (constantly)
Incubating (our disease)
Ill never be too (comfortable)

In and out I, drift into this fog again
Drifting through barren wastelands, disguised in grift

Strange specimen, washed up on the shore again
There's so much more beneath, so let this guilt wash over me

Strange specimen, washed up the on shore again
There's so much more beneath, so let this guilt wash over me

I cant sleep, while these lights are blaring
Exile me, to this place I've been
Before good times felt so few and far
Between this scenery from my memory

Salt and haze
Dreaming ways
To kill days
Nightmare fades

Strange specimen, washed up the on shore again
There's so much more beneath, so let this guilt wash over me