Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bland Street Bloom, artist - SikTh. Album song Death of a Dead Day, in the genre Прогрессив-металDate of issue: 29.09.2016
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
Bland Street Bloom |
| There’s no ambition, told from vision |
| Pre-recorded, Maze of wisdom |
| Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling |
| No ambition, plague of pigeons |
| Twisted in your maze of wisdom |
| Shake-up, make-up, fake-up |
| Think you need some healing |
| No ambition |
| Same old wrong millennium Scorn |
| Maze of Wisdom |
| Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling |
| Pretty little birds singing in the street |
| Few trees left, bare and shivering |
| In this hollow bitter street |
| No ambition, told from vision |
| Pre-recorded maze of wisdom |
| Bland street bloom |
| Bland street bloom |
| Bland street bloom (as the) |
| Bland street bloom |
| Bland street bloom (as the) |
| As the dove rains blood |
| As the dove rains blood |
| As the dove rains blood |
| As the dove rains blood |
| A world of wonders (dove) |
| Man-made mechanical thunders (blood) |
| A world of wonders (dove) |
| Man-made mechanical thunders |
| Like stuffing a turkey |
| Gutless, hollow |
| Man-made premeditated hole |
| Like a rock that doesn’t roll |
| You are the rock that doesn’t roll |
| Like a rock that doesn’t roll |
| You are the rock that doesn’t roll |
| Empty coal into the fruit bowl |
| Become a machine |
| Just one of the people |
| Welcome to the middle road |
| You soul has now been scrolled |
| No backbone, just torn and thrown |
| Into the snow you go |
| No backbone, just malignant groans |
| Of what and where and now |
| Of what and when and how of what |
| Don’t count on nothing being free |
| Because when you’re in the concrete sea |
| Not you or me or in between |
| I can’t stand them, I can’t stand this |
| About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss, of piss |
| Can’t wear that and you cant smoke this |
| It’s bitter as a cold brew, bitter as a cold brew, pint of piss |
| A world of wonders (dove) |
| Man-made mechanical thunders (blood) |
| A world of wonders (dove) |
| Man-made mechanical thunders |
| As the dove rains blood over the streets |
| Man-made mechanical thunder |
| I think I’ve seen this kind of thing too many times before |
| Mediocrity has never been a way of life |
| I’ve been inspired by seeing all this strife |
| Bland street bloom |
| Bland street bloom |
| Bland street bloom |
| Bland street bloom |
| I can’t stand them, I can’t stand this |
| About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss, of piss |
| Can’t wear that and you cant smoke this |
| It’s bitter as a cold brew, bitter as a cold brew, pint of piss |