Текст песни The Art of Our Dwellings (Spiral) с переводом

Houses fall in on themselves

and pavement cracks

and everything we built is pushed aside

as nature reclaims her throne.

There’s a tower built high

that blocks the sun

and animals roam free

through stores and homes.

And abandoned subway tunnels

hide packs of dark creatures.

I’m alone here.

I’m alone here.

So our dwellings

are all that’s left

to represent us.

Every small house

is a statement of

things long gone.

How could this happen

after everything I’ve done?

Is this my fault?

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