We're a close parlay to the quotient of the day. Yeah it's all destroyed it won't even matter. They say: "though we'll go, we have no home", Except the one that makes us stop and say This is where the weathered wear there arms like armor and where the clock is like another wittled mother born to suffer.
So we scream Bloody Murder (An evil fake bloody-martyr?) And now we'll wait for the orders.
0:52 I am Hostage To the Ebb and Flow
We are Hostage To the Ebb and Flow, flow, flow, flow oh oh oh
1:29 OK now I got a (shot's lot?) of bread (dossier?) brothel bound and red tape so they can't trace us for this decree we remain nameless to the end cause you just got famous
1:44 (silver top???) and serenade and when complacency capitulates underneath the open sky tonight So I drew a place all fit for your own pleasure lay down your sword and be thankful biding time for right or rifles is just a trick with out a trade a trick with out a
2:32 We can't save you From knowing the Curse of the longest day
Cause and cure all Come from having the sense to know it was high time to escape.
3:00 So welcome to stop Welcome to stop Welcome to stop Where progress halts
3:27 I am Hostage to the Ebb and flow We are Hostage To the Ebb and flow Flow, flow, flow, etc.