Dust Collector

Tell me how it starts right before the evening opens up
Tell me how it starts right before the evening opens up
Tell me how it starts right before the evening opens up and burns
Tell me how it starts right before the evening opens up and burns
Opens up and burns the sky
I'm a god torn to pieces by no one else
I'm a god who takes the stand
Operates selflessly
Where do you fall?
We're always passed through dust
The substance keeps us whole

I'm the god you're writhing in right now
The end
It just compels
Ripping through dry

Show me
What all of this doing over there
Tell me what all of this doing over there
It's just a sport
Tell me what, tell me what
It's just a sport, just a scum, it's just a sport
It's just a sport, just a scum, it's just a sport
It's just a sport, just a scum, it's just a sport
Just for the estranged