One-Fingered Glove (单指手套) - BONSAI BOULEVARD

Written By：BONSAI BOULEVARD

Bordered by hundreds of other places where none would aim

One fingered glove to the exit

Are there more tongues to come gonna run away from the one to say

Conquer the guards of our progress

But stones on a plate we are shuddering away in the

Pitch-shifting hum of abundance

While cold iron dangerous waves of distortion lay

Smoldering waste to our conscience

Golden in the arms of a raised up alarm that sway

Forward and motion us upwards

Over your own heart lay patience upon as a

Blanket of warmth for the process

For the moment awaits for your bones to awaken as

Slowly as chaste as you'd want them

'Cause the only real way to get out of this place is say

All you are god

All you are god

All you are god

But stones on a plate we are shuddering away

But stones on a plate we are shuddering shuddering

But stones on a plate we are shuddering away in the

Pitch-shifting hum of abundance

While cold iron dangerous waves of distortion lay

Smoldering waste

Conscience is consciousness slowly erased

Conscience is consciousness slowly erased

Conscience is consciousness slowly erased

Conscience is consciousness slowly erased

Conscience is consciousness slowly erased

Conscience is consciousness slowly erased

Conscience is consciousness slowly erased