All in all,… its no ones fault,….

excuses turn to carbon wall,…

blame it all on chemical intercourse.



the swallowed seeds of arrogance,…

breeding in the thoughts of ten,….

thousand fools who fight irrelevance.



the full moon is dead skin,…

the one down heres wearing thin,…

so set up,.. the ten pins.

as the human tide rolls in,….

like a ball that's spinning.



Bombs ,…. dropping down,…..

overhead,….. underground,….

its instilled,… to wanna live.



Bombs ,…. dropping down,…..

please forgive,…. our hometown,…..

In our insignificance.



Turn the jukebox up, he said,…

Dancing in irreverance,….

Play V3,…. let the song protest.



The plates begin to shift,….

perfect lefts come rolling in,…

I was alone,… and far away,…

when I heard the band start playing,…

on the lip,… late take off.



Bombs ,…. dropping down,…..



Feel like resonance of distance,…

In the blood,.. the iron lies.



Its instilled,…. to wanna live