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From: Deathconsciousness (2008)
Lyrics:
What has become of all of us, all ceilings, all skies
Is that, the stars can swim a thousand dark miles
Before they ever see the floor again
With their backs against the wall on these last days
But then, we knew that would happen anyway
You drop that pitch-black pall
Over us, one and all, again
To propel your national machines
Giving us all the disease, but not the vaccine
A thousand tiny lives
Disappear into the black stretch
And I guess I thought I'd feel something but I didn't
But I didn't, yes, that's a myth
With their backs against the wall on these last days
But then, we knew that would happen anyway
You drop that pitch-black pall
Over us, one and all, again
To propel your national machines
Giving us all the disease, but not the vaccine
I would give anything for a cool glass of water
Without this poisonous oil
No, it's never gonna be good enough
No, it's never... (fuck)
No!
There's no air anywhere
It's all money now
Wouldn't you do the same?
Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.
From: Deathconsciousness (2008)
Lyrics:
What has become of all of us, all ceilings, all skies
Is that, the stars can swim a thousand dark miles
Before they ever see the floor again
With their backs against the wall on these last days
But then, we knew that would happen anyway
You drop that pitch-black pall
Over us, one and all, again
To propel your national machines
Giving us all the disease, but not the vaccine
A thousand tiny lives
Disappear into the black stretch
And I guess I thought I'd feel something but I didn't
But I didn't, yes, that's a myth
With their backs against the wall on these last days
But then, we knew that would happen anyway
You drop that pitch-black pall
Over us, one and all, again
To propel your national machines
Giving us all the disease, but not the vaccine
I would give anything for a cool glass of water
Without this poisonous oil
No, it's never gonna be good enough
No, it's never... (fuck)
No!
There's no air anywhere
It's all money now
Wouldn't you do the same?
