.

Peace, Love & Bankruptcy Lyrics

This machine is a treacherous one:
a windmill driven by the final breaths of its operators
The shepherds lost their way and sold our souls for thirteen pieces of white gold
Yeah!
Get your plastic prophet here!
How many lost souls can you fit inside a pelicans beak?

faster, faster! Tend to the great machine!
Faster, faster! For it runs on broken dreams

This world is diseased with archbishops, cardinals and pedophile priests
Do you still believe?
Criminal negligence
gluttonous pelicans guarding aquariums
filled with our only way out

Needy, greedy
"Feed me! Feed me!"
Needy, greedy. "Feed me!"
You wear their lives round your nex like c****** jewelry
"Feed me! Feed me!"
Let's fill this black hole with more anesthetics, antibiotics and self-pity.
Anti-depressants, s** & violence. JesusTM, money and mediocrity.

This world is deceased with empty houses and nothing in between
Do you still believe?

Our hearts make a black cloud
Raining cocaine and cholesterol into our gutter-like veins
Giving us heart attacks, heart attacks, heartaches and heart attacks
Report lyrics