The Sound Of Animals Fighting - Act Iii: Modulate Back To The Tonic lyrics

(I've been trapped here for one hundred years Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel Isn't there a way out, now? Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen) There's a million ways out of the city I don't know one His way was to pursue birds, with food in their mouths Suitable for humans, snatching from them. Then the birds would follow and snatch it back And they would all go chasing each other gaily for miles Parting at last with mutual expressions of goodwill "Save him, save him", they cried Looking with horror at the cruel sea far below We're hanging from our ankles We're hanging from this spot We're hanging from our ankles ... From this spot My hand brings you back up on to dreary land, To form our end Form... (I've been trapped here for one hundred years Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel Isn't there a way out, now? Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen) Indeed, a million golden arrows were pointing it out to children All directed by their friendly sign, who wanted them to destroy their way Before leaving them for the night. In an unexplored patch as they rose and they spread, Black shadows began to dawn on them. The roar of the seas took prey, this is quite different now And above all, we'd lost the certainty that you would live When at last it had been steady again, he found himself alone in the darkness. We're hanging from our ankles (Is this exactly what you wished for?) We're hanging from this spot (I am through with it all) We're hanging from our ankles (Is this exactly what you wished for?) I am through with it all My hand brings you back up on to dreary land, To form our end Form... We're hanging from our ankles (Is this exactly what you wished for?) We're hanging from this spot (I am through with it all) We're hanging from our ankles (Is this exactly what you wished for?) I am through with it all My hand brings you back up on to dreary land, To form our end Form...