Lyric Context Universe
and from here they can't see me stare
the stale taste of recycled air
i watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms
and from here they can't see me stare
the stale taste of recycled air
i watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms
i don't want a battle from beginning to end
i don't want a cycle of recycled revenge
i don't want to follow death and all of his friends
i don't want a battle from beginning to end
i don't want a cycle of recycled revenge
i don't want to follow death and all of his friends
nothing seems fair
every lover ends up recycled
but it's just a natural affair
nothing seems fair
every lover ends up recycled
but it's just a natural affair
you kissed me on the lips
last chance to evacuate planet earth before it is recycled]
end
you kissed me on the lips
last chance to evacuate planet earth before it is recycled]
end
a face minus expression. a mouth that echoes words
recycled from tradition. your only contentness
is in living a lie. mentally murdered!
a face minus expression. a mouth that echoes words
recycled from tradition. your only contentness
is in living a lie. mentally murdered!
a mouth that echoes words
recycled from tradition
your only contentness
a mouth that echoes words
recycled from tradition
your only contentness
"You're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you
Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant
Your god is a two door elevator
"You're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you
Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant
Your god is a two door elevator