Manned flowers intense tremble across vivid stones from a far away land So distant that the coffee stains on my shirt turned into brown, brown ladybugs And wandered all over my body 'til heavy water became black and translucent and Tales from unknown rabbits, were the only thing you can see And they jumped across like small, small town politicians trying to get their word across without using any social media or anything Just paper, and paper, and paper and, and water
Off with their heads Off with their heads Off with their heads Off with their heads Off with their heads Off with their heads Off with their heads Off with their heads
Days like this ended in a flash in a deadly regime And eternal fires where the fingers and workers in the coke factories and the milk factories and the, and the butter factories, and the morning paper factories And the morning paper was only an iPhone the same size as a train And there weren’t any trains anymore, people had to actually walk around with Segways and abandon bondage, just like slavery And it kept on going for like this, ever and ever, nothing was ever a choice anymore, you had information all over you, and this was the only thing you can see
Off with their heads Off with their heads (Come on now) Off with their heads (Cut 'em off) Off with their heads Off with their heads Off with their heads (Come on now) Off with their heads (Cut 'em off) Off with their heads
And even George Orwell couldn’t have foreseen this There was nothing we could do anything about, there was just a world that we lived in and We all convinced ourselves that we were artists, this was just a part of the big one But there was no big oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
