Silence in the cage
The structure persuades
But I look around to the orange bright sun
And hold up my breath
And think of the damage that's bound to become
An atone with dioxides and vomit these toxins
That's tearing these solids and giving it s***e
But seasons to give, she reached out in sorrow
And vanished the land
No past or tomorrow
And suddenly reeking of daisies and sandalwood
Children of peasants on bridges they stood
Look away from the fire and
This campaign of quicksand, this campaign of oil
Beating out of the land like a drum
Like a drum, like a drum
These days are infectious with fluorescent cars
And billionaires hung on the streets for the stars
And satellite projection beaming branches for the vine
In this cyber-world of dreaming, hoaxing water into wine
So, sing loud for the canyons
And soft for the parasites
And squeeze your spouses and children goodnight
And map out your futures and freeze-dry your food
And look for your reflection on a dime
And suddenly reeking of daisies and sandalwood
Children of peasants on bridges they stood
Look away from the fire and
This campaign of quicksand, this campaign of oil
Beating out of the land like a drum
Like a drum, like a drum
Giving you endless painted versions of your future and your past
And your busy troubled fortress will be stilled...
Upon the vast
Silence in the cage
The structure persuades me
But I look around to the orange bright sun
And hold up my breath
And think of the damage that's bound to behave
'Cause suddenly reeking of daisies and sandalwood
Children of peasants on bridges they stood
Look away from this fire
This campaign of quicksand, this campaign of oil
Beating out of the land to the One
To the One...
The structure persuades
But I look around to the orange bright sun
And hold up my breath
And think of the damage that's bound to become
An atone with dioxides and vomit these toxins
That's tearing these solids and giving it s***e
But seasons to give, she reached out in sorrow
And vanished the land
No past or tomorrow
And suddenly reeking of daisies and sandalwood
Children of peasants on bridges they stood
Look away from the fire and
This campaign of quicksand, this campaign of oil
Beating out of the land like a drum
Like a drum, like a drum
These days are infectious with fluorescent cars
And billionaires hung on the streets for the stars
And satellite projection beaming branches for the vine
In this cyber-world of dreaming, hoaxing water into wine
So, sing loud for the canyons
And soft for the parasites
And squeeze your spouses and children goodnight
And map out your futures and freeze-dry your food
And look for your reflection on a dime
And suddenly reeking of daisies and sandalwood
Children of peasants on bridges they stood
Look away from the fire and
This campaign of quicksand, this campaign of oil
Beating out of the land like a drum
Like a drum, like a drum
Giving you endless painted versions of your future and your past
And your busy troubled fortress will be stilled...
Upon the vast
Silence in the cage
The structure persuades me
But I look around to the orange bright sun
And hold up my breath
And think of the damage that's bound to behave
'Cause suddenly reeking of daisies and sandalwood
Children of peasants on bridges they stood
Look away from this fire
This campaign of quicksand, this campaign of oil
Beating out of the land to the One
To the One...