So bitch Line up by the leafless tree Where everything dies and nothing grows Hanging like moulding fruit One last dance whilst you decompose I've got the paddington spectacles A black plague over all I admired A physical breakthrough A hearty choke Seems like the whole world conspired But there stood a man He was cut up, destroyed and cold Amongst the wreckage of his ribcage His heart still fighting as he said No matter if it all backfires No matter if it all goes wrong We've got to get ourselves together Sat still for far too long Now this ain't over yet, as far as I can see We've only just begun
It's insatiable; What we're waiting for So to keep us from falling apart We'll write songs in the dark And to keep us from fading away We'll write for a better day So to keep us from falling apart We'll write songs in the dark And to keep us from fading away We'll write... IT WILL FLOURISH, IT WILL THRIVE IT WILL NOURISH; A SPRING CLEANING OF THE MIND IT WILL FLOURISH, IT WILL THRIVE To take away our expression Is to impoverise our existence They silence and censor Our right to create In cells we choke, It's insatiable; What we're waiting for [x4] IT WILL FLOURISH, IT WILL THRIVE IT WILL NOURISH; A SPRING CLEANING OF THE MIND IT WILL FLOURISH, IT WILL THRIVE It's insatiable; What we're waiting for [x4]