Filthy Animals

Scream for me shotgun.
Now you've got it.
Your life is in your hands.
Scream for me shotgun.
Stay tight with your arms wrapped around these false ideas.
Disaster.
Disaster.
Oh the avalance is here.
Sink into the mountain.
Can't you see it now?
I could stick to a safer play and let all this taste wash away.
Better yet i should brace myself for these obsticles overcome me.
The signal beacons, they overcome.
Now let's find our way back.
Against the glass it all looks paralell to this.
From the front of the line the grand scale fades. With a simple glimpse, the beasts emurge.