[Intro - distant impacts, fractured static] ... There. Again. ... Closer. [Verse 1] Nothing left but broken concrete Windows black against the grey Dust suspended in the alleys Nothing moving Nothing there Then the ground shifts underneath me Loose glass trembles in the street One step Then another Something heavy Something deep [Pre-Chorus] I can't see it Not from here Only something through the dark Too tall for the buildings Too wide to make out And coming closer Now [Chorus] Something's walking through the ruins Something massive in the grey Every step comes through the pavement Every wall gives something way No one knows what they are seeing No one stops to understand Just the shadow Just the impact Just the shaking of the land [Glitch Break - heavy impacts, corrupted rhythm] [Verse 2] Then I see them People running Small beneath the moving shape Through the rubble Past the wreckage Anywhere to get away Something swings above the roadway Arm or barrel Claw or frame For a second there's an outline Then the darkness takes it back again [Pre-Chorus] One step Two steps Something buckles Wait. ... It's falling. [Impact - full stop] [Verse 3 - sparse] Dust rolls outward through the street Concrete disappears beneath it For a moment nothing moves No footsteps No machine noise No one knows what they should do Then A scrape A shift A massive shape Dragging itself upright ... It got up again. [Instrumental surge - rhythm restarts, damaged and uneven] [Chorus] Something's walking through the ruins But the rhythm isn't right One step lands where it was meant to Next one drags across the site Still it moves between the buildings Still the people scatter fast Still that shadow crosses everything But every step could be the last [Bridge - increasingly unstable] Step ... Step ... Drag ... Step The whole thing tilts Corrects Keeps moving One more ... One more ... No. [Massive impact] [Break - near silence, residual static] ... Nothing. [Final Verse] Dust climbs slowly past the rooftops Pieces settle on the road Something enormous lies between them Finally still beneath the smoke No explosion No last movement No great answer from the sky People watching from the distance Waiting Waiting ... Nothing. [Outro - isolated corrupted pulse] Whatever it was It isn't moving now. ... Neither is the ground.
