Friday, February 18, 2011

Tyrant

There's a big black bomb at the center of the Earth,
Yeah it's tickin' till it's turn.
All the people want to talk about something that they heard,
They're just tickin' till their turn.

I don't know, I don't know.
When you hold me, I forget about all the terrible things.

Earthquakes and hurricanes and tidal waves
The world, the stage. The world the stage.
Is this the final act? The final act.
And who's behind the curtain drawing back.
It's drawing back.

All the kids say "Fuck your kingdom, fuck your crown!"
Skinject micromanagement, holographic pricetag
Every leaf of grass.
All the kids say "You've gotta tear that fucker down."

Shaking in the dark in tears, in terror,
I don't know how to integrate my fragmented selves.
The drugs, the drugs they only disappoint me now.
The drugs, the drugs they only disappoint.

If I could be distracted by the writing on the wall
I would dedicate me life to the cause,
But all the worldly crisis is reflected in myself
And perhaps it is the other way around.
Do I have the courage to pull the tyrant down?
Do I have the courage to pull the tyrant down?
Fuck your kingdom, fuck your crown.

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