Lumber Lung - Trajectory | Текст песни

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Streams of light pierce the night sky from a blast at your fingertips.
My ears ringing from the sound, I’m too slow to chase them down.
Your fun, your carelessness, you don’t see where these land.
Where they rest forever in the bodies of victims./

I hear screams, and then silence, still with the ringing.
Where do they land after they reach the top of their path?
They fall to earth. Buildings might stop them, warm bodies will for sure./

Children, mothers, fathers, neighbors. Their safety’s not your concern.
I hope you shoot straight up, I hope the wind has died,
I hope it was worth it, falls straight down. I’ll be satisfied./

Move this mouth, make it shape the words that tell you what you want to hear.
Take these shoulders, make them bear for you what your heart is to weak to hold.
And take these hands, make them hold some- thing that feels sacred to you./
Take this body make it worth something more than its beginning and ending.


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