Eastern European Discontent Lyrics

Through the shattered glass, dark rooms
Not unlike lungs filled with leaden air
Still lays the motionless unrest of men
Buried yet not gone, in the grey beyond

These towers ache in ossified agony
In noxious fumes, they convulse and wither
And fall, gradually, like ghosts of olden days

Their skin and core burnt and tossed away
To be altered in streams of light and time

Nothing but colourless, dreamless sleep
Roots clenching onto empty apartments
Like bone-dry fingers reaching the heavens
No thought, no gesture, no words belong

In the afterglow of fleeing particles
There's but the tremor of events past
Whose weight still burns immediate
Resplendent in it's lonesome present