The city air reduced the flyers to a crawl
It's so corrupt that it can't hold them anymore
We suck on exhaust pipes to feel that we're not dead
Can't see the skies because there's smoke inside our heads
This is the end!
The End City!
This is the end!
The End City!
The End City!
We kill our time by pumping drugs inside our souls
I don't know why I guess the god has told us so
And if the end shall find us sooner than it should
I wouldn't mind, perhaps in death we'll find the truth
This is the end!
The End City!
This is the end!
The End City!
The End City!
We are the children of our age
But no one told us who we are
We're planting seeds inside our veins
And hope that they will leave a scar
We put our trust in the machines
And hope they'll guide us to our dreams
We're terrified, we cannot scream
Our life is really what it seems
The passing time is dead like shadows on the streets
Which walk around in search of something that they need
The truth evades them as it slips into the drains
We ask why God has sent us all of his own pain
This is the end!
The End City!
This is the end!
The End City!
The End City!
The holy dick is rising in your head
You're not enlightened you're just fucked instead
The claws of dying Christ are closing on your throat
And on the inside of your mind your thoughts decay and rot
This is the end!
The End City!
This is the end!
The End City!
The End City!
This is the end!
The End City!
This is the end!
The End City!
The End City!
credits
from Crash Land (2008),
released January 1, 2008
Wormboy - lyrics, vox, composing, programming, mastering
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