The Minotaur
They come, they go
They never do not go
They come, they see
They conquer then they leave
With man-eating beliefs
Superior of death
With lineage and myth
And a half-heartedness at birth
I have the same old dream
About a tunnel by my bed
From where the stench of shit of minotaurs
Yawns like lewd and evil breath
But instinct and a map
Has set to work inside my head
Instead of shedding tears
I've learned to drink and piss instead
They come, they go
They never do not go
They come, they see
They conquer then they leave
I am in Rome
And i am going to the games
I see the gulf
And it's going to
Bore my name into the
Green green grass
The catwalks of the past
My head is like an oven
As i rest it in my palms
We were just standing on the beach
When a bull rose from the surf
I said "show him the back door my dear
He'll only paw the turf"
Three seasons came and went
Tracksuits found the dispossessed
My wife had other plans
And now a bastard surfs the web
There's nothing she can do
He does not talk, he does not move
He spends all day looking at porn
Or playing fucking Halo 2
They come, they go
They never do not go
They come, they see
They conquer then they leave
I am in Rome
And i am going to the games
I am the last to find my seat
I'm standing at the gate
Intermission comes
Nerves are touched, and smokes are screened
It's on a pack of cigarettes
Along with all our faults and memes and it says
Veni Vidi Vici
They never do not go
They come, they see
They conquer then they leave
With man-eating beliefs
Superior of death
With lineage and myth
And a half-heartedness at birth
I have the same old dream
About a tunnel by my bed
From where the stench of shit of minotaurs
Yawns like lewd and evil breath
But instinct and a map
Has set to work inside my head
Instead of shedding tears
I've learned to drink and piss instead
They come, they go
They never do not go
They come, they see
They conquer then they leave
I am in Rome
And i am going to the games
I see the gulf
And it's going to
Bore my name into the
Green green grass
The catwalks of the past
My head is like an oven
As i rest it in my palms
We were just standing on the beach
When a bull rose from the surf
I said "show him the back door my dear
He'll only paw the turf"
Three seasons came and went
Tracksuits found the dispossessed
My wife had other plans
And now a bastard surfs the web
There's nothing she can do
He does not talk, he does not move
He spends all day looking at porn
Or playing fucking Halo 2
They come, they go
They never do not go
They come, they see
They conquer then they leave
I am in Rome
And i am going to the games
I am the last to find my seat
I'm standing at the gate
Intermission comes
Nerves are touched, and smokes are screened
It's on a pack of cigarettes
Along with all our faults and memes and it says
Veni Vidi Vici
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Francis Luscombe, Gareth Michael R. Liddiard, Michael Charles M. Noga, Fiona Lee Kitchin
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