Umbrella Demons

[verse] In the insect ridden, lower drain, of washed down strips, of futures slain from the walls of waste there's no refrain, just one more wave to salve the pain. [pre chorus] Dreams of a message at the bottom, a coded morsel, stained to the road, vulturous dashes to claim the rotten, dotted carrion of no fixed abode. [chorus] Beneath the scathing, twisted sun, the torn umbrella demons run, descendants of the armoured stare, now blinded by the beetles lair. Bleeding on the steps, in the darkest hours, the crows leave red footprints in the stone, scattered suits light glass empty towers, selling farewells to the amber drone. [outro] [heavy guitar outro] [repeat chorus] From these demons there's no escape. From these beasts no place to hide. {end on sustained heavy guitar note]