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Sikth - Bland Street Bloom lyrics

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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 millenium scorn

Maze of wisdom

Bland street bloom. A moronic feeling

Pretty little birds all 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

man-made mechanical thunders

(dove, blood, dove, blood)

Like stuffing in 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

Your soul has now been scrolled

No Backbone, just torn and thrown

into the snow you go

No backbone, just mallignant 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

Can't wear that and you can't smoke this.

As bitter as a cold brew

Bitter as a cold brew pint of piss

A world of wonders

man-made mechanical thunders

(dove, rains, blood)

As the dove rains blood over the streets

man-made mechanical thunders

I think i've seen this kind of thing too many times before

Mediocrity has never been a way of live

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

Can't wear that and you can't smoke this.

As bitter as a cold brew

Bitter as a cold brew pint of piss

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