Avalaunche

written by James Glennie, Lawrence Gott, & Tim Booth

Leave the room don't use the door,
We're only on the 13th floor,
Your veil is slipping,
You've nothing on,
You've nothing on.

Every dog has had its day,
Every season you should be spaded,
The veil is lifing,
And we can see,
Through your suit of tears.

You don't own us,
You can't control us,
Avalaunche.

You don't own us,
I can't control us,
Avalaunche.

Every face is a stepping stone?
At the top so throw a bone,
Your curtain's twitching,
But you can't see passed,
Your daily snir.

We don't fear you,
And know we see you,
Avalaunche.

Now we've got into your shoes,
It's your turn to be abused,
The heat is rising,
And you can't hold back,
This rage with fear.

You accused us,
While you used us,
Avalaunche.

You accused us,
While you screwed us,
Avalaunche.