Jet Market - Running With Scissors | Текст песни

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TILL THE LAST TREE TILL THE LAST DROP
TILL THE LAST BLOOD TILL THE LAST TEAR
TILL THE LAST SUN TILL THE LAST SCREAM
LOOK AT US
IT SEEMS WE'RE ALL GOOD IN TURNING AWAY PRETENDING NOT TO SEE WHAT WE FACE
WAITING FOR THE PIECES TO FALL INTO PLACE
AND WE'RE STILL HERE WAITING FOR THE END TO COME
WE CONSUME MORE THAN WE PRODUCE AND WE STILL CONSUME
WE CATALYZE THIS DECLINE AS EXECUTIONERS OF OUR SELVES
WE NEVER TRY TO CHANGE HOW WE BEHAVE; RATHER, WE KEEP ON BLEEDING THE EARTH WHITE TILL THE LAST TREE FALLS WITH NO SURPRISE AND TILL THE LAST CREATURE'S KILLED FOR OUR DELIGHT
FINE, IF YOU'RE GOING TO RUN THEN NOTICE WHAT IS IN YOUR HANDS
I HOPE NOT TO SEE YOU FALLING BUT CLOUDS HAVE NO SILVER LINING IN THESE EMPTY DAYS

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