Would you turn into blood

To float in my vains

To fill my heart

To cover my lips

And to drip into the drain

Still confidence remains the same

We're sinking like stones

And wait at the bottom line

We're falling like leaves

Under a steel sky

We taste like cold air

There's something we should share

Tasting milk on my tongue

Melting slowly

I know that I belong

Among the unholy

Some pictures to paste

At least there's no accounting for taste

Chorus ...

We're stuck in our wheelchair

We try to make our way downstairs

We're sinking like stones

And wait at the bottom line

We're falling like leaves

Under a steel sky

We taste like cold air

There's something we should share