One step aside while holding the breath
Almost feel the death
but standing up to the safe end
I've put all of me into that
through a little hole in my head
I should have broken my leg
Hollow hole
Hollow hole
Hollow hole
Hollow hole
There's nothing in I should moan for
They say I was deaf, but I'm not sure I was
Even I could hear the echo
It collided 'cause I collapsed the sound
I left myself in the shell of itself
Why the hell he thought that I was hiding them
I know they were looking for the tight hole,
they're standing on the lawn of the shaking old man
It's getting dark
Just a cricket
and no other sound
It's getting dark
We didn't know how far,
didn't want to care
We didn't know how far
it should get
And after the ten escape tries
they found the way
And after all the failed tries
they found the way out
They don't belong there
We need the man to hold 'em from
what they are
He was sick of it all then,
nowadays he can turn 'em off
wasting their time
They don't want the old man
to stand in their way to me
and to rise in arms
So this could be the last
of the shivers
around
I can breathe out and to gather 'em
back to the hole, make 'em wait more
Birds of a feather hang together!
credits
from Eleven Shivers,
released December 1, 2012
Performed by From the Aeon
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