(Mark Hollis / Tim Friese-Greene)  Sang soulless loud  Herding step on flesh and nothing else  To well to drown and drown  Sleight of reason how they come  Cain in number  Shake my head  Turn my face to the floor  Dead to respect to respect to be born  Lest we forget who lay  Who lay  Alone the crowd  Spurning step by static blame something else  Thirsting within, without  Sighted, weeded, how they run  Slain in number  Shake my head  Turn my face to the floor  Dead to respect to respect to be born  Lest we forget who lay  Who lay