Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Motion Sickness, artist - Attica! Attica!. Album song Dead Skin / Dried Blood, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 17.09.2007
Record label: Red Leader
Song language: English
Motion Sickness |
| Wipe the dead skin from these keys |
| So I can start this one off clean |
| Let me introduce the scene |
| Act 1 scene 1 a baby grand with broken strings |
| Enter stage left a drifter lost and foraging |
| And in his hand a notebook filled up with his out-of-tune musings |
| He turns a page and he plays and sings this song |
| Five billion suffering while i sleep underground |
| Always en route to the next goodbye |
| A mother slaps her child but the kid don’t make a sound |
| And to my surprise neither do i |
| So i’ll just cut out my tongue and rip out my lungs |
| 'cause they’re useless and atrophied |
| And i’ll fly them like kites applauding their sacrifice |
| Oh yes it’ll be one great afternoon |
| Hell yes it’ll be one great afternoon |
| When these burdens fly away like red balloons |
| Have i gone insane |
| Dreaming of hijacking this train |
| Tears stream as i accelerate |
| To speeds where time willingly dilates |
| And i’ll watch this world die through these windows |
| It’s blurring but I still see people who could use my help |
| So I reach out |
| But i’m moving too fast |
| So I cry loud |
| I can’t hold my grasp |
| With no home my only keys are these yellowed ivories |
| And i’ll ask them rhetorically |
| Is this all that my hands can do? |