Three Fantastic
Текст песни The Consequence Of Something Permanent

See the people didn't know they were early,
So they sat quietly,
Start again,
A brand new day,
And doing it all again in smaller increments,

And over again was the shadow of an old friend,
Who was always late,
Can't find the pulse,

Why the air didn't falter or move for the fan,
Shadows spread across the surface as science explained,
People disappeared from view with no idea,
And it became clear that no one was afraid,

And it began to move across the screens and the skies,
Seventeen threats were made in pencil writings on walls,
Cars of many models were drinking their oils,
Going to the necessary places.