Lyrics:

Rhythm comes
Tepid then cold
Crawling like snakes to a fold
Chase it back
Back to the ground
Beating our fists to the sound

No one can look
How can anyone, move on, travel on
Terrible old love giving it all away
Who will come and who will save

On the hill
Gathering men
There to divide through whats left
All they sell
Gutted then cleaned
Throwing what's left in the street

How can you look
How can anyone, move on, travel on
Terrible old love giving it all away
Who will come and who will save
First to leave, last who gave
Who will come and who will save