***** All in all it's no one's fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls.<br>Blame it all on chemical intercourse.<br>The swallowed seas of arrogance breathing in the thoughts of ten<br>thousand fools defy irreverence<br><br>The full moon is dead skin. The one down here's wearing thin.<br>So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in.<br>Like a ball that's spinning.<br><br>Bombs dropping down overhead. On the ground.<br>It's instilled to want to live.<br>Bombs dropping down. Please forget our hometown in our insignificance.<br><br>"Turn the jukebox up," he said. Dancing in irreverence.<br>Plays C3. Let the song protest.<br><br>The plates begin to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in.<br>I was alone and far away.. ..ay. When I heard the band start playing.<br>On a lip, late take off.<br><br>Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground.<br>It's instilled to want to live.<br>Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our insignificance.<br><br>Feel like resonance of distance. In the blood the iron lies.<br><br>It's instilled to want to live.<br>Bombs dropping down. Please forget our hometown in our insignificance.<br>Oh, in our insignificance, oh.<br> |