Good Atmosphere Songtext

Not that lost, the exits bleed into one. So do the sounds long gone. Hello ward hill. Why did we climb not run? Exits bled into one. Hello master, enlightened by all that is, parted by all the trees. Hello output, thick as the dried cement. What is the land ahead?
Hello downfall.
Good food good atmosphere and no responsibility but the ability to respond to what was gone. What's left was never here.
Hello moon, veering off right of you. To lengthen our strides would help. Hello tide, been waiting for you turn (along with the gas we've burned). Hello input; dogs laughing in a rue, but, still searching for the treat. Hello bastards, I'm finally free to go. The density's sure to grow.
Hello exit. It's likely to take its new form and take us home.
This is my blood.