Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song End Of The World Show , by - Senser. Song from the album How To Do Battle, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 18.10.2009
Record label: Imprint
Song language: English
End Of The World Show |
| What is it to be a man skin tone? |
| Silkworm? |
| Cortisone? |
| I don’t hear alarm bells, |
| those aren’t alarm bells |
| We recede inside ourselves, inside our shells, what you might call hells inside |
| as well, it shares your cell |
| You never spent more than a couple of breaths just with yourself (without your |
| props) |
| Hmm, how to tell you what you are… a clue is left in the soles of your feet! |
| «I love your outfit, is it real meat?» |
| But I’ve seen you walking around without |
| it |
| If they cry a little longer, if they die a little harder, anytime, |
| anyway same things just keep happening |
| Hit the ground a little harder, live the lie a little longer, anytime, in a way, |
| same things just keep happening |
| The end of the world show is a re-run |
| Grave challenge of mind, no balance inspired, words that violate rhyme, |
| poisoned nation switching station, digesting this time after time, |
| line to line. |
| Sine waves stymie the bored tick of the brain, dissolve away, |
| drain the multi circuit vein by vein. |
| Just another blood river running down |
| every street. |
| Souls spraying open holes in the crossfire |
| Cowgirls riding on a string of pearls; |
| Orpheus into the underworld |
| Into the valley of living dead with the night vision, ghosts bathed in the |
| infrared |
| Sight specific, monolithic bathed in the glow that melts the permafrost, |
| were you hurt? |
| Were you lost? |
| Were you trampled in the race to the trough? |
| If they cry a little longer, if they die a little harder, anytime, |
| anyway same things just keep happening |
| Hit the ground a little harder, live the lie a little longer, anytime, in a way, |
| same things just keep happening |
| The end of the world show is a re-run |
| Brute force, par for the course, territory brought us nothing but wars, |
| race hate took us to the Holocaust and now we’re out of time, out of breath, |
| pluck a little tune on the lyre to death |
| With a chorus that glows like embers or emeralds, diamonds, paraphernalia, |
| generals in four-star regalia |
| Every little inch we paid in blood, paid in full, now you want to change the |
| rules? |
| Skyline sunset, pink like Crylon, too many positive ions, you look pretty high |
| and nigh on perfect in your Nylons |
| Hit the ground a little harder, live the lie a little longer, anytime, in a way, |
| same things just keep happening |
| If you get what’s happening, dolls and lazy mannequins, I don’t hear alarm |
| bells, that’s the children singing |
| The end of the world show is a re-run |