THE DAILIES [EDIT]

(LYRICS: TRELLO)

CUT FROM THE TREE, SO LUSH
BEATEN INTO EXQUISITE MUSH
A GIFT FROM THE MOTHERLAND
IF ONLY WE COULD HAVE THIS MUCH

THE FLAMBOYANT SEEDS ARE FILLED WITH LIES
EVERYTIME WE BREED WE SPILL OUR GRIME

PATIENTS AND DONORS
PUMPING BLOOD AND SHARING SCARS
LIFE IS THE MISSING AID
THE VERY DAY YOU’VE GONE TOO FAR

WHEN I SEE THEM PRAY I BOIL INSIDE
EVERYTHING I’D SAY I HAVE TO HIDE

(AND I KNOW)
I KNOW HOW HARD IT’S TO GET AND THEN LET GO
(AND I KNOW)
I KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO FORGET ABOUT LOSS

BRIDGES AND RUBBLE
OVERTAKEN BY THE ANTS
SOME OF THEM LEFT BEHIND
STRUGGLING WITH THE MUDDY ICE

I DON’T CARE TOO MUCH ABOUT OUR LIVES
BUT I’M FEARFUL OF WHAT’S NEXT TO COME

(AND I KNOW)
I KNOW HOW HARD IT’S TO GET AND THEN LET GO
(AND I KNOW)
I KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO FORGET ABOUT LOSS
(AND I KNOW)
I KNOW THAT THE WORLD IS A MISHMASH OF HOPES
(AND I KNOW)
I KNOW THAT OUR PAIN IS A THING WE FEED ON

DANCING TO THE SOUND OF DISRUPTION
MAKING LOVE TO THE NOTION
OF A WORLDWIDE REACTION
BASED ON BLOOD AND DEVOTION
I AM WALKING ON SKULLS
BEAUTIFUL REMNANTS OF KNOWLEDGE
A KNOWLEDGE THAT WAS PASSED ON
PASSED ON TO BE FORGOTTEN

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HELLO, AMERICA

(LYRICS: TRELLO)

I WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO SET THIS TOWN FREE
THE TRICKSTERS BOUND TO SURVIVE
THE VIRTUOUS FLEE
I WATCH OVER THIS HILL
A PIMPLE ON GOD’S SKIN
WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE BEFORE WE GET OLD?

WHEN WE FELL IN THIS RUT WE JUST SHRUGGED AND SMILED
AND MORE OFTEN THAN NOT WE DIE ON THE SPOT

WE HATE SOME PARTICULAR PLACES
WE ARE ONE OF A KIND THAT’S DOOMED TO DIE
YOU ARE UNTAUGHT
YOU ARE, WE’RE NOT
FAITHLESS LIKE THE LIVES OF THE PRIMATES
OVERWHELMING LIES WE CANNOT BUY
YOU’RE OUTTA LUCK
YOU ARE, WE’RE NOT

A LEGACY TARNISHED
A MAN LEFT TO BLEED
I WONDER WHY SO MANY STRANGERS ARE STARING AT ME
WE’RE WAITING FOR THE HEADSHOT
WE’RE DREADING THEIR NEW SCREED
BEFORE WE LOSE IT ALL IN THIS TIME OF NEED

WE’RE HAPPY TO COMPLY AS LONG AS DAYS GO BY
BUT THE RAGE INSIDE BUILDS OVER TIME

WE HATE SOME PARTICULAR PLACES
WE ARE ONE OF A KIND THAT’S DOOMED TO DIE
YOU ARE UNTAUGHT
YOU ARE, WE’RE NOT
POINTLESS LIKE THE LIVES OF THE CASTRATES
OVERWHELMING SKIES HARD TO DEFY
YOU’RE OUTTA LUCK
YOU ARE, WE’RE NOT

INTERWOVEN IGNORANTS ARE FOLLOWING ME, PESTERING ME
BLOATED FACES, MEATY LIPS ARE NAUSEATING ME
THE GREEN LOCUST WINKS AT ME
I’M ALREADY THERE
HELLO, FRIENDS, AMERICA
I’M NOT WHO I USED TO BE

HAPPY TO COMPLY AS LONG AS DAYS GO BY
BUT THE RAGE INSIDE BUILDS OVERTIME

WE HATE SOME PARTICULAR PLACES
WE ARE ONE OF A KIND THAT’S DOOMED TO DIE
YOU ARE UNTAUGHT
YOU ARE, WE’RE NOT
WE HAVE LOST COUNT OF ALL YOUR FAKE NAMES
WE WERE WONDERING WHY YOU WERE SO NICE
WE REALIZE
WE REALIZE

WE HATE SOME PARTICULAR PLACES
WE ARE ONE OF A KIND THAT’S DOOMED TO DIE
YOU ARE UNTAUGHT
YOU ARE, WE’RE NOT
POINTLESS LIKE THE LIVES OF THE CASTRATES
OVERWHELMING SKIES HARD TO DEFY
YOU’RE OUTTA LUCK
YOU ARE, WE’RE NOT
FAITHLESS LIKE THE LIVES OF THE PRIMATES
OVERWHELMING LIES WE CANNOT BUY
YOU’RE OUTTA LUCK
YOU ARE, WE’RE NOT
WE HATE SOME PARTICULAR PLACES
WE ARE ONE OF A KIND THAT’S DOOMED TO DIE
YOU ARE UNTAUGHT
YOU ARE, WE’RE NOT


THE DAILIES

(LYRICS: TRELLO)
(VOICE CLIP: “THE CLOCK” RADIO SHOW)

“SUNRISE AND SUNSET, PROMISE AND FULFILLMENT, BIRTH AND DEATH. THE WHOLE DRAMA OF LIFE IS WRITTEN IN THE SANDS OF TIME.”

CUT FROM THE TREE, SO LUSH
BEATEN INTO EXQUISITE MUSH
A GIFT FROM THE MOTHERLAND
IF ONLY WE COULD HAVE THIS MUCH

THE FLAMBOYANT SEEDS ARE FILLED WITH LIES
EVERYTIME WE BREED WE SPILL OUR GRIME

PATIENTS AND DONORS
PUMPING BLOOD AND SHARING SCARS
LIFE IS THE MISSING AID
THE VERY DAY YOU’VE GONE TOO FAR

WHEN I SEE THEM PRAY I BOIL INSIDE
EVERYTHING I’D SAY I HAVE TO HIDE

(AND I KNOW)
I KNOW HOW HARD IT’S TO GET AND THEN LET GO
(AND I KNOW)
I KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO FORGET ABOUT LOSS

BRIDGES AND RUBBLE
OVERTAKEN BY THE ANTS
SOME OF THEM LEFT BEHIND
STRUGGLING WITH THE MUDDY ICE

I DON’T CARE TOO MUCH ABOUT OUR LIVES
BUT I’M FEARFUL OF WHAT’S NEXT TO COME

(AND I KNOW)
I KNOW HOW HARD IT’S TO GET AND THEN LET GO
(AND I KNOW)
I KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO FORGET ABOUT LOSS
(AND I KNOW)
I KNOW THAT THE WORLD IS A MISHMASH OF HOPES
(AND I KNOW)
I KNOW THAT OUR PAIN IS A THING WE FEED ON

DANCING TO THE SOUND OF DISRUPTION
MAKING LOVE TO THE NOTION
OF A WORLDWIDE REACTION
BASED ON BLOOD AND DEVOTION
I AM WALKING ON SKULLS
BEAUTIFUL REMNANTS OF KNOWLEDGE
A KNOWLEDGE THAT WAS PASSED ON
PASSED ON TO BE FORGOTTEN

TAKE OVER, COLOUR THIS LAND
TAKE OVER, COLOUR THIS LAND
TAKE OVER, COLOUR THIS LAND
TAKE OVER, COLOUR THIS LAND
TAKE OVER, COLOUR THIS LAND
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