Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revenge of the fern, artist - Themselves. Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Revenge of the fern |
| Revenge of the fern… |
| Flint to the stone tool to the wheel to the lever to the inclined plane |
| Click o. |
| k |
| It’s hurting your babies |
| Fused complete compliance the capital circuit disease… |
| Who is it… |
| A simple question assumes the bounty and temptation of bait… |
| Does this hurt |
| Screeches the chattering churn of Persephone’s fate |
| Determining machine. |
| as its humongous simple scrapes |
| At large wowing chronological mommies prize |
| And pain mates with heavy heaving monstrosity |
| A streamlined sky-stealing monstrosity |
| Charged nectars of steel flow 'til babies interlocked with babies |
| Such harmony… pointed cold touching harmony of mechanism |
| Mechanism beats massaging the air and walls between it shudder and split |
| Things are getting big and louder, drowning out fainter |
| Out an after glow of pale travesty becomes us… |
| A wish to be part of gears… made of parts… |
| Soaring through the clanging pattern of gears… |
| So precise and metal and meddle a working construct in destiny |
| The foreseeable right now… pushing for tangible… unhinged… |
| Pushing for fuel vital to bolts… |
| Our fuels mark a separation of water and sky… |
| Energy is both… fuel and separate existed until we… then its… |
| Maintained and updated a brilliant portrayal of likeness |
| In all the sure shock of good wiring |
| And bad example… crisp blue grey example |
| Sputters static the orderly structure of so solid |
| Choking and gasping with monotonous nauseating similarity… it depends |
| Hammered artificial by efficience as esoteric and obsolete |
| As the rickety behemoth it runs to keep ticking |
| Killer conventional kills house plants |
| Hurts ourselves with rough drafts for a 90's orbit and |
| Powers refinement… a killer’s refined… |
| Watch your hand, the motorized lifestyle likes to bite and grind |
| Aren’t we daring or dumb, dumb enough to plug in bread and water |
| Watch the young thing suck volts and chew snapping binary jaws |
| It hates our codes with technical difficulty |
| So what’s hunted used to flick the switch and now |
| The instruction manual is rusty and reads funny |
| Outdated seems to have exchanged in the function |
| Shutting valves, closer, fixing leaks closer repairing closer still |
| Creating robotic tears the tender tummy of human just |
| Pray it never mutilates the sensuous and perfect earthen vagina |
| We dug the iron from… |
| State of the art more like desire of the kings |
| And their smoldering less |
| Everything’s a tooth when flesh is moist flower petal soft |
| So soft all is lost in the swift inactionable gutting of discovery… |
| The things are getting smarter, we are getting closer |
| Are getting sharper, we’re there |
| Will we do nothing and have it no other way… |
| Science lives, skylines crushing our chest… |
| Someone stop the curbs from bleeding |
| Last monkey born out of captivity now dies… |
| An alarm does not go off and a moment is not spared… |
| Click return is hit… extinction… |