I think it was hard to exist, for them at least.
Life is short so I’ll keep it brief: I ain’t no beast.
And under seas it can even be seen,
What’s real and what’s a dream,
Cos that’s the never ending theme,
Least that’s what they telled me.
and I’ve guessed it was resist, to most I bet,
a generation inherently pissed, we’ll fix and forget.
If there’s a reason that I’ve missed please point it out,
Moving on from being for just to about.
I descend from my thoughts in to boredom,
If you could only do without.
Through time and space, we move in mysterious ways
Shake free the chase; we’ve got to get out of this place
Over hill or under mountain I will roam, and I’ll do it on my own
walking paths that’s paved with bones…. There ain’t no such thing as glory.
A sea of thieves relieved the queen of all her needs,
while savage lords were spreading lies and sowing seeds.
I need space to breathe,
And a time to leave.
But as dejected as I was I couldn’t lie,
and you wouldn’t me in the eye
Swear down I’d make you cry,
So you’d best not bother.
Through time and space, we move in mysterious ways
Shake free the chase; we’ve got to get out of this place
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This record deserves your full attention. each track pushing you into labyrinthine streets, cluttered with haze filled underground clubs teeming with feral activity; cool respite from the planet’s baking surface. ticker_blimp