One million died to make this sound
Cant learn the words if you dont know the feeling
Cant get the feeling if you dont know the sound
One million died to make this sound
One million died to make this sound
Your band
Youre bland
Your band is bland
Your band is bland ambition
Cant live on their remainders
Well starve on it for sure
Their way is debt and prisons
They are burning half the world
A feast of filthy feasts, man
Stale air and dead parades
The pretense of their awful gardens
Monuments the mess theyve made
Give me a goddamn shovel
Ill dig my own damn hole
We drank til morning made us
Then ate the shit we stole
I.S.P. – N.S.A. – C.C.T.V. – D.O.D. – D.O.J. – D.O.C.
I.D.F. – A.O.L. – A.I.P.A.C. – I.E.D – S.U.V. – MP3
I.S.P. – N.S.A. – C.C.T.V. – D.O.D. – D.O.J. – D.O.C.
I.D.F. – A.O.L. – A.I.P.A.C. – I.E.D – S.U.V. – MP3…
One million died to make this sound
I learned it at 17 on drugs and well policed
It kissed me as I fell with fists full of ringing bells
So get fast and get quick with strung hands and swung hips
Our dreams deserve this yeah our dreams deserve this
Silk-screen that, ye twits, across thy internet…
Silk-screen that, ye twits, across thy internet…
One million died to make this sound…