Another Century of Ice by Ancient Shapes Lyrics

Oh, the wounds are dripping bleeding
Out on the winter grass
There’s a tired sea of godless dreams
And bad-less wintered glass
Oh, holy queen of language
Human kind could not suffice
She’s going to leave my broken brains
In the empty paradise

She’s so mean
The way that she moves
I’m an accessory
She might be the one to get through
Another century of ice

Why?
Why is she so mean?
Why?
She’s a future machine
Oh her hеart is ? useless limb
From an arid, bleeding womb
And I’ve been laying across thе plains of time
As she dances on my tomb
She’s so mean
The way that she moves
I’m an accessory
She might be the one to get through
Another century of ice

Listen to her move, yes
I’m a dead man