Seila Chiara - Mice on Drugs in Pretty Cages | Текст песни

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• Mice on Drugs in Pretty Cages

We citizens fell with terrified looks
From hoses to scare away the crowds,
Our fingers like telephones.
Tvs swam down these rivers
For fish to swallow our stupidity,
While we met through profiles and publicity.

This is me trying hard to turn into a ghost,
Comfortably contemplating
Great panoramic views of the city
Without me. Please, without me.

But in this satelitte trash
It's all about gravity,
Malls and comely churches,
You, yourself and Jesus.
Originaly buttoned-down,
And you did it on your own:
You should be awarded a medal
Or a bunch of neet gift certificates.

So lets clap our hands now,
Since we're all so damn good at it.

We Jane and John Does,
We'll disappear now,
We'll disappear now.

We drag our rusted bodies, taking baths in other people's homes.
We travel accross the world to meet new people, and kill them.
We love our money, just like we used to love our kids.
We cut open our skinny wrists.
We break hearts, but not really.
We take over the world, with our too right ideas.
We strap guns to our bodies, because we hate them and we are men.
We chase each other in the midst of the night, some of us in blue, some of us just black.
We yell into a microphone, hoping to be aknowledged.
We are old and we accept, we are young and we don't accept.
We are, we were.
We.