Silent Mass

Set by the riverside in search of a blessing, yeah
A cue to relieve me from the might-have-beens, right
An endless quest that we’ll have to get on
Get on!
A turf where nobody knows us and we’re part of it all
Get on!
Get on!
And we are part of it all
The truth mill may grind slowly, but it grinds finely, yeah
A compact layer that settles the flow
Get on!
A turf where nobody knows us and we’re part of it all
Right!
The flow that gnaws at your guts and makes you feel alright.
Get on!
Get on!
A turf where nobody knows us and we’re part of it all
Right!
Get on! It makes you feel alright!
It feels alright!
It feels alright!