Текст песни Biting Elbows - The Present

Текст:

The present is in fact not a present Even though I’m glad that it’s here at all I’d like to think that something is gonna happen When I know damn well that it won’t All I’ll ever do is behold Pull yourself together When you’re the primary feather This is what you have been waiting for You want progress, here is the antidote A bit of your life in a cage Feel like an ink stain on a wisdom laden page The junkies wail When their veins aren’t setting sail As when there is a strong gale 13 on the Beaufort Scale A grain of sand is land out in the open waters In the city that pretends not to sleep I’ve been having maddening dreams And I certainly hope that they weren’t of the prophetic kind ‘Cause my mind ain’t ready for the apocalypse I wanna play poker and kiss on her luscious lips The junkies wail When their veins aren’t setting sail As when there is a strong gail 13 on the Beaufort Scale A grain of sand is land out in the open waters I’ve got a feeling that we’re all going under A hive mind with collective blunders What’s there to mind about a hive mind Seven billion intertwined Together in it for the long run So what good have I ever done

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