Testo Rummage

All the needles and the thread
All the knit that you had hid
I'll conceive you as you used to be
And the pointless smell of smog
Gathered up, dressed in fumes
More put together than they used to be

You'll never react Just like the enemy
They'll never depart
It's the start
Of the end

And when I arrive
There's nothing and no one in sight
I'm just on a different plane
And when they depart
They'll all be far
Far, away

You'll never react
Just like the enemy
They'll never depart It's the start
Of the end

Oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh