The Albatross
What's that you say?
Another tragic day?
The same canned story, with template graphics long conveyed
And yet we hear, about a coming change
That falls on deaf ears, the cycle carries on and on again
What's that you say, another tragic day
This time won't be the last time
As we light the fuse of malcontent and scream
Day after day
We grow passive with each moment
As we accept that change is not on it's way
So what now?
As it falls apart and it carries on
You wait for your false savior
And a prophecy of a broken past gone
As it falls apart, and we burn it down
We offer up slayed children
And a sacrifice to the brass shell gods
Another tragic day, And it won't be the last time
They'll try to simplify, while they ignore the lie again
Day after day
We grow passive with each moment
As we accept that change is not on it's way
So what now?
As it falls apart and it carries on
You wait for your false savior
And a prophecy of a broken past gone
As it falls apart, and we burn it down
We offer up slayed children
And a sacrifice to the brass shell gods
Their lives, cut short Cash prize, rewards
Act now, supplies are limited
As it falls apart and it carries on
You wait for your false savior
And a prophecy of a broken past gone
As it falls apart, and we burn it down
We offer up slayed children
And a sacrifice to the brass shell gods
Another tragic day?
The same canned story, with template graphics long conveyed
And yet we hear, about a coming change
That falls on deaf ears, the cycle carries on and on again
What's that you say, another tragic day
This time won't be the last time
As we light the fuse of malcontent and scream
Day after day
We grow passive with each moment
As we accept that change is not on it's way
So what now?
As it falls apart and it carries on
You wait for your false savior
And a prophecy of a broken past gone
As it falls apart, and we burn it down
We offer up slayed children
And a sacrifice to the brass shell gods
Another tragic day, And it won't be the last time
They'll try to simplify, while they ignore the lie again
Day after day
We grow passive with each moment
As we accept that change is not on it's way
So what now?
As it falls apart and it carries on
You wait for your false savior
And a prophecy of a broken past gone
As it falls apart, and we burn it down
We offer up slayed children
And a sacrifice to the brass shell gods
Their lives, cut short Cash prize, rewards
Act now, supplies are limited
As it falls apart and it carries on
You wait for your false savior
And a prophecy of a broken past gone
As it falls apart, and we burn it down
We offer up slayed children
And a sacrifice to the brass shell gods
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Swinney, Matt Morris, Matt Riddle, Pedro Aida
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