Animalism, Pts. 1 - 3 - Pastel Motel

Animalism, Pts. 1 - 3 Lyrics

Black, pillars and plumes 
Climb the sky and cocoon 
Architectural tombs
We left, everything that we owned 
In our ill-fated homes 
While the bright sirens droned. 
Climbing the hills as the exiled, 
Leaving the fire for the wild. 
Left, bound to never return 
Our culture has burned 
Since the residents turned. 
We built, until the earth fought us back 
Hunted down by the pack 
under skies painted black. 

Human progress in shambles. 
Slaughtered by the animals. 
Grasping, a future intangible 
And now, we are the animals. 
Grasping, this future intangible 
And now, we are the animals.