Lines are drawn Your body hits the light Before the day could ever rise Iron tusks are empty (are empty) Eyes are closed The pictures in your mind are false You'll never see the night Iron tusks are empty (are empty) Iron tusks Are swollen knives and guns But their wounds are notional Iron tusks Are swollen knives and guns But their wounds are notional Knives and guns Subsided iron tusks But their wounds are rational No graves by metaphors No graves by No graves by metaphors All books by folded hands All books by All graves by folded hands Taste the sun (Living as i wanted to) Burn your tongue (Living as i wanted to) Iron tusks (Living as i wanted to) Are empty (Living as i wanted to) You said that all is an illusion An illusion, an illusion You said that all is an illusion An illusion, an illusion You criticise an uncountable set There are more elements Than arguments Yet lines will always intertwine If dots are crossed twice Five dots, eight lines build a house indeed But not mine It's not real It's not real And can't you see the- Lines are drawn Your body hits the light Before the day could ever rise Iron tusks are empty (are empty) Eyes are closed The pictures in your mind are false You'll never see the night Iron tusks are empty (are empty)