Lyrics Old Media - Horse Feathers

Old Media

To the news that was ripe with disease
It’s a sickness to say what they please
As the sycophants tire of their worthless wind
And realize they’re plot’s far too thin
As they vye for the right side of an aisle
With the black and white thoughts of a child
Saying
She merely is
And he must become
They’re wasting our time
Talking off their tongues
And seen on a screen
Our life as we know
It’s cool as it comes
And feels ten below
Couldn’t find the forest for the trees
To the heart of the matter I mean
As we bruise with the thinnest type of skin
Do their pictures or words do us in?
As they vye for right side of an aisle
With the black and white thoughts of a child
Saying
She merely is
And he must become
They’re wasting our time
Talking off their tongues
And seen on a screen
Our life as we know
It’s cool as it comes
And feels ten below
Couldn’t find the forest for the trees
To the heart of the matter I mean
It’s the deepest and darkest of seas
It’s the distance between you and me
It’s cool as it comes and feels ten below
It’s cool as it comes and feels ten below
It’s the news that was ripe with disease
It’s a sickness to say what they please
It’s the deepest and darkest of seas
It’s the distance between you and me