Life At Disconnect

(الألبوم: Potemkin City Limits - 2005)

Had they been the ones dying under the cooking sun,
Picking through the dust, scratching at the barren earth,
Had it been their fuckin insides spilling into the sand,
They'd see on cracking land their spirit cannot triumph.

Take a breath.
Sit back and relax.
Enjoy your moment of peace.
You'll soon be back in the middle.
Prepare for this one
To make you flinch in disbelief.
When you catch a glimpse of those
Just following the paths that got us to where we are.

Who are these human shadows
With still-beating hearts?
Scratching at the door to our paradise.
Who are these humans
Who are these humans

So this is paradise
Beyond the distant hands of the world.
Here we all think we don't belong
But still bow our heads to our Emperors.
Is this all there is?
Maybe we really have nothing to say.
Maybe we truly are just shallow and lame
And we're all just waiting for the end,

The spectacle,
Or some kind of catastrophe
To bring us back to earth
To stun our ever nodding heads.
To introduce us once again
To the one incorruptible
As she flushes us from her veins.
Kills us to live again.

In case you wonder
I'm not trying to be cynical.
I know how you feel
If your life's disconnect.
In case you wonder
"What the fuck's wrong with me?"
If it all makes sense
You're the furthest fucking gone.

They've got badges that they
Cover with their hands while they're
Bashing your fucking head.

They've got graveyards that they'll
Fill with that head if you
Start getting anywhere.

I won't pretend that we're on the winning end.
But when did that matter before anyway?