Текст песни Claim Culture - Navy Blue

God has never been this tangible

You will always have a hand to hold

In the wasteland

Here you can live forever

Navy blue buttressed by a thousand smiles

They cast the shadows we dance in

They hold my hand to guide me through the styx

Stagnant and real, all is revealed

Get lost in the bit

Navy blue, make yourself permanent

She hovers over my head with virginal speed

And a lust-heeled stillness speaks

Like crooked fingers we comb the earth

There's nothing left unturned, no one new to claim