Chewing on Tinfoil - 01 - Fuck Team Sports | Текст песни

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So here you are again. The walls are closing. I’m on the outside looking in, a world between us. Left alone I’m prone to spend my life on the edges. No gangs and no defence.

Sit myself down. Take the gun from my head, crack my thoughts wide open. It’s our survival instinct to be on the winning team well I say “Fuck team sports”.

That’s just how it is, the home advantage. Water flows beneath the bridge, but you’re still chanting. In the drone there is a voice, it says you belong here. Telling me I have a choice.

I chose to sit myself down. Take the gun from my head, crack my thoughts wide open. It’s our survival instinct to be on the winning team well I say “Fuck team sports”.

Fall in line with the colours you drew, watch the smiles all fade from the people you knew. Sing the songs like the others do, as the songs all fade then the people will too. Is it the end of humanity again? Will there be no enemies or friends? All I have are pictures of you in a paler shade of blue.

Sit myself down. Take the gun from my head, crack my thoughts wide open. It’s our survival instinct to be on the winning team well I say “Fuck team sports”.

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