This song is a purposefully absurd tale of a customer complaint that leads to all out nuclear suicide.
lyrics
This old street is dead (I helped to kill it)
With these mind drawn muscles on our (arms).
The carrion glows with (ones and zeroes)
And indifference bordering (art)
And it's not hard to see how our selfish minds can betray our foolish hearts and compromise civility.
Eyes that can't meet a gaze, chill the blood of those in receipt,
And makes them think that this is who you (are)
Thank you sir but this fee is fixed. Kind regards, perhaps suck my dick?
Dont be sorry 'if' I was pissed. Be sorry 'because' I was, prick.
I cant believe (what I'm reading)
Calm hands (led by callous hearts)
Make you feel secure (when otherwise you'd not) anoniminity, the worst thing to (confidence)
You dont judge a mask (but what's underneath) wouldn't set on fire (what you couldn't see) anoniminity, the worst thing to ( confidence )
The bombs drop and everyone stalls, glassy eyes wondering how (we got here). Hands tied to their keys, (radiate opinions over seas)
Blame lies not with cause, But concern to absolve self-guilt is rife, shoulders shrug in defeat 'how did they ever let it get this far?'
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