Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Man in the Chair, artist - Aviators. Album song The Cinematic Future, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 05.03.2020
Record label: Aviators
Song language: English
The Man in the Chair |
When you’re crowded out by freedom’s price |
And you take a shred of bad advice |
The system knows but you’re kept underground |
When you can’t afford a flight to Mars |
When you were never born to touch the stars |
The endless maze of concrete wears you down |
Can you theorize our better lives |
Where the grass is green on the other side |
We’d compromise and find a way to thrive |
If you’re scared of being left behind |
Then you’d be so disturbed with dreams like mine |
The realization that our world’s alive |
Control comes cheap |
But nothing is fair |
They wake you from sleep |
But nobody’s there |
You walk among sheep |
And that’s why you’re scared |
You’ll never be the man in the chair |
Take your medicine and swallow down |
All the bitterness that built this town |
Don’t let him hear you start to criticize |
You know this array was rigged to fail |
When you fall apart then you can’t bail |
To find a place of safety in the sky |
Light a signal flare and find a way |
Out of coerced androids on parade |
Assimilation comes or else we die |
When we worry still and break the rules |
Then our consciences will make us fools |
And you always end up the system’s slave |
Control comes cheap |
But nothing is fair |
They wake you from sleep |
But nobody’s there |
You walk among sheep |
And that’s why you’re scared |
You’ll never be the man in the chair |
When you are not enough to make it |
They’ve taken off and left you naked |
Like they did long ago to me |
But now I’m free |
They cut you out and tore the sutures |
Out of the cinematic future |
To shine with or without |
To silence doubt |
You know the shadows like I do |
We’re driven by what we’ve been through |
And now we fall on the sword |
We’ll never be the chosen kings |
We’ll never know the finer things |
But we can open up the door |
Control comes cheap |
But nothing is fair |
They wake you from sleep |
But nobody’s there |
You walk among sheep |
And that’s why you’re scared |
You’ll never be the man in the chair |
Control comes cheap |
But nothing is fair |
They wake you from sleep |
But nobody’s there |
You walk among sheep |
And that’s why you’re scared |
You’ll never be the man in the chair |