Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monolith, artist - Bong-Ra. Album song Monolith, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 13.05.2012
Record label: PRSPCT
Song language: English
Monolith |
| Walk with me on them beaches made of glass |
| We didn’t pick out battles, they chose us |
| Moloch, the devourer of flesh |
| My picture of you, little more than ash on ash |
| We went down swinging, on Shiva’s pendulum |
| That’s my dungeon, civilization |
| To the end of the planet, there was nothing waiting |
| Walk with me, broken legs and all |
| Curled up in a pile, waiting for the ball to drop |
| I looked down to the games the Gods used to play |
| Now we live under the ice, now there’s nothing but fires for lice |
| And some people said we always had it coming to us |
| Too much, too fast, too quick to learn the memories of the past |
| I want to go back but I can’t |
| Sucked up into a black hole, might’ve been better than this |
| This is a future where everyone’s poor |
| Upgraded, not even a man anymore |
| Everyone’s a millionaire and all the banks are closed |
| Mankind, you’re not even worth your weight in stones |
| Progress, what’s a crater to a dream home |
| These days you’ve got all the time in the world |
| To watch aurora borealis boil over the sea |
| When hell freezes over it’ll be hipper, it’ll be cleaner, it’ll be softer |
| No sunlight, no force |
| There won’t even be wooden coffins |
| When the revolution comes it’ll be lead by neo-fascists |
| Neo-patriots posing as post-humans |
| I’ll bite this from the gallows |
| It ain’t over your head, it’s under your feet |
| It’s in the water, it’s written in blood and you don’t need a picture to see |
| History’s sneaking on us, so these days I’m armed to the teeth |
| No time to fear the reaper, seems to me the reapers demand to be |
| Everybody knows you can’t swim against the sea |
| Especially when it’s boiling |
| Ain’t nobody gonna be special in a cauldron |
| I should’ve went to Mars when I had the chance |
| But I couldn’t escape my own avalanche of death |
| Humans and chimps, we who wrote the cheques |
| 'Till they bounced and bodged and the sky fell on our own heads |
| With softened skulls we fight against the millennia |
| We lighten our loads and head for higher grounds |
| When become scarce so we can do a stand on guard |
| Are we not men? |
| Are we not Gods? |
| Walk with me on them beaches made of glass |
| We didn’t pick out battles, they chose us |
| Moloch, the devourer of flesh |
| My picture of you, little more than ash on ash |
| We went down swinging, on Shiva’s pendulum |
| That’s my dungeon, civilization |
| Civilization |