like a dead planet circling a dying star, passing the time in factories and bars blue lights flicker up and down the blocks harvested minds, no independent thoughts and the cold rain falls on the land of the free, you know the gate swings open but the beast won’t leave and it’s plugged in so long you’re addicted to the current, plugged in so long you’re addicted
cog in the wheel, perpetuate the system signal is lost, but no one’s left to listen seems like your soul is missing
well the tank is empty but the cage refilled airwave static looking for a signal as the drugs kick in, one moment of silence before the pain fades one final reminder: that’s better off just left alone so we push the amp until the speakers blow and a voice comes in across this shortwave radio just calling out
what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here
sheep in the flock, but the shepherd’s missing signal is lost, but no one’s left to listen this is my last transmission
what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here, what are we doing here?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
