The streets are screaming. They're wailing and weeping
Hearts beating through our ears
All those peripheral numbers decaying
Listen to the lights melt and devastate inhibition
The strings are singing. They're scraping and weaving to create
Listen to the lights melt and devastate inhibition
This is why we're here, to push expectations away
To let our legs give out and give our hands away
To weave these threads...
To weave these threads...
To weave these threads... into creation
This is why we're here, to push expectations away
To let our legs give out and give our hands away
And we watch ourselves one by one break free, turning into threads
Entwining into place, dropping into place
Wash off the dirt and wipe away inhibition
This sound, it reins conviction over insecurity
This noise, it burns away the old
Revealing naked threads, perfect for the weaving