In every city and every town it bubbles up from underground, hungry like some rabid beast engaging us to join the feast. Viscous Sticky slick and lean broken mirrors and duct tape dreams, watch it grow from broken bits and hopeful words from broken lips.
There's a bloody stain upon the throne, no alibi and the fiend has flown. A zeitgiest and the end is nigh, buildings fall and blackbirds cry. To the edge on which we dwell, hold on tight and leap to hell, where every is child born to tell the number on the wishing well.
A hand is dealt to all and one, a blood red sky a setting sun. When crops have fallen to the plow, we'll starve to feed the sacred cow. Edging close to this abyss, come dance the dance and share the kiss. To your lips I'll place this need, just hold me down and do the deed.
All image mixing muddled mash, a scorching fury turned to ash, devils grin and angels frown, while pipers play familar sounds. From senseless parts of shattered things, from broken people thought machines. Like a butterfly in ancient lands, A heady wind still blows the sands.
So, take this pill and fall asleep some secret chief your soul to keep. In this troubled time of woe a common theme begins to grow. Some common theme, some common ache, someone with a heart to break. Growing like some dirty weed, a flower blooms and goes to seed.
Mix it up into a pot, some black and gorgeous master plot. Boil the pot and breathe the steam, then steel wool and scrub it clean. Our power lies in what we've learned, the knowledge that we each have earned, with bits of trash and agile minds, we'll break the backs of space and time.
Leather bites and splinters dig, the olive branch is but a twig. This terror we are moving twoards, we have no peace but many swords. Still we're growing from the edge, like a virus like a pledge. Hold the light of truth up high, and tear the mask from every lie.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
