Robot Koch
Tremors: Nemesis
We can ride forever
On the horses that will have no name
We can wear or never
Dusted armor of forever blame

Ooh, with a tremor sound
Ooh, on the quivered ground
Ooh, with a tremor sound
Ooh, from the primal mouth

Make a sound
From the core to mouth
From the ground of seas
Till you know how

To see
To feel
To see
To feel

We can ride forever
On the horses, frail yet still the same
We can cry together
And release into a quiet dream

Don't you know how it feels right
How it feels again when
All the love you're bleeding from
Is calling you within
Oh, it feels right, it feels okay
Let the drums expel the ghosts
That carry you away

Ooh, with a tremor sound
Ooh, on the quivered ground

When we shake it off
Then we shake it off
Then we shake it off
And we shake it off

We can ride forever, ever, ever, ever