Forecast Fascist Future歌词

作曲 : Kevin L Barnes
The language of the frost lobs dead balloons
Over ruins today
In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs
To spires with fiery plumes

And incite the firmament's portrait of a drowning
In Styx that gives impotents kicks
Boredom murders the heart of our age
While sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

Masking vapor trails from Mercury for a killer on Umbria
Who crippled birch mares now briars replace
Their old cotton limbs
Who will tell I mean would it make a difference
Look metal flower-petal tears

Do not even appear in the myopic mirror
Boredom murders the heart of our age
While sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

The moon was sagging in the sky

As I held her face to mine

All our thoughts were coming
In so clear beyond the myopic mirror

We were darting from the place

Where we just couldn't fit

Far away from all the violence
Safely flying in our own orbit

Why do I always have to tell you
-- forget about the prescient signs

Forget about the life we knew

May we never be stripped of anything we love
May we grow so gentle never go mental

May we never go go mental may we always stay
Stay gentle

May we never go go mental may we always stay
Stay gentle

May we never go go mental may we always stay
stay gentle
May we never go go mental may we always stay
Stay gentle
Gentle
Gentle
Boredom murders the heart of our age
While sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

What was my number What was my number I don't care