
Date of issue: 07.12.2009
Song language: English
Feathergun in the Garden of the Sun |
Rubber like your lover’s neck you tripped into the garden, you tripped into the |
garden of the sun |
on you tried, unbuttoned eyes, imprelious telusion, tripping past your guard |
into the sun |
these dreamers, so eager, throw their hands in the fight |
I spy walrus tooth in the way outside of the shoegaze revolution |
I’m seein' bright lights, silhouettes of knife fights and I see it all, |
I see it all |
I’m seein' bright lights in-between the knife fights and I see it all, |
I see it all |
I see it all through the wolves in the walls |
who might you be, who should you be killing with featherguns when they don’t understand you’re fighting for ground |
control |
stealing glances colorblind encouraging confusion, crossing all the boundaries |
undrawn |
I spy walrus tooth in the way outside of the shoegaze revolution |
I’m hearin' white lies coursing through the disguises, I hear it all, |
I hear it all |
I’m hearin' lost cries chorusing the night sky and I hear it all, I hear it all |
I hear it all through the wolves in the walls |
who might you be, who should you be killing with featherguns when they don’t understand you’re fighting for ground |
control |
…hands bound behind withered backs, blindfolds laid on hollow eyes too |
hopeless to hear |
ready… aim…fire… |
change ammunition, don’t give a war of attrition tacit permission to minimize |
genocide… |
I’m seein' bright lights, silhouettes of knife fights and I see it all, |
I see it all |
I’m seein' bright lights in-between the knife fights and I see it all, |
I see it all |
I see it all through the wolves in the walls |
who might you be, who should you be killing with featherguns when they don’t understand what you’re fighting for |
I see it all through the wolves in the walls |
who might you be, who should you be killing with featherguns when they don’t understand you’re fighting for ground |
control |