been on top of the bottom of the world looking down on people looking up
it's all very ominous: the powers that be are bored with us
high atop their mountain of filth made from broken lives and broken hope
it's extremely obvious: the realm of nostradamus
i've heard that shrill horn of fate tell the future is what past did make
and we'll just have to learn to wait.. stall the dagger with the cape
we can go round and round 'tll hell swallows us whole.
if you say ‘we're bound by will" just one more time; let me interrupt you
i feel that ships already sunk
what worked for you didn't work for me. could you please kindly sit quietly
i'm tired of this debauchery
because the clock is ticking down towards out inevitable fate
i feel i won't get more than i can take
we can go round and round 'tll hell swallows us whole
we could get really hard lined, corrosive empires would have nothing on us
or we could lay our heads down, bury them with sand and pray it goes away
but we know it wont