Like Rats From A Sinking Ship - Peace Love & Bankruptcy lyrics

rate me

This machine is a treacherous one: a windmill driven by the final breaths of its operators The shepherds lost their way and sold our souls for thirteen pieces of white gold Yeah! Get your plastic prophet here! How many lost souls can you fit inside a pelicans beak? faster, faster! Tend to the great machine! Faster, faster! For it runs on broken dreams This world is diseased with archbishops, cardinals and pedophile priests Do you still believe? Criminal negligence gluttonous pelicans guarding aquariums filled with our only way out Needy, greedy "Feed me! Feed me!" Needy, greedy. "Feed me!" You wear their lives round your nex like cumshot jewelry "Feed me! Feed me!" Let's fill this black hole with more anesthetics, antibiotics and self-pity. Anti-depressants, sex & violence. JesusTM, money and mediocrity. This world is deceased with empty houses and nothing in between Do you still believe? Our hearts make a black cloud Raining cocaine and cholesterol into our gutter-like veins Giving us heart attacks, heart attacks, heartaches and heart attacks