Excess Noise Songtext
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Excess Noise Songtext
Morose architects
Dotting the putrid landscape
They Proof of mankind′s gift
Flower, take a breath
Of humanities poison
Soon, your time will come
Repeat the same as same repeats within:
Why do I keep eating myself?
It's simple
There′s kids in cages
Pestilence is Political
The Governed are Cattle for the Slaughter
Of Flippant Greed
To be Content is to be Naive, and to be Whole is to Abuse Your Privilege
We Will Suffer in Solidarity
And So I Feast
Same repeats into same
What was will likely be
Patterns under our nose
We die too quickly to see
Hey!
You need to run
In excess action
I've made my point
I made it conscious
With no remorse
The premonition
Of what's to come
The human robot
Unholy son
I took its code
I made it aware
You need to run
In excess hubris
I′ve found my muse
The inspiration
Is still infused
I cannot stagnate
I must persist
Autonomy calls for
An active cyst
A sacred calling
Can′t be ignored
Do not deny it
You fucking clod
You act so worthless
Get off your ass
Create and conquer
The world is yours
Lobotomize me
I do not want this curse
It's writhing towards you
The end of times
It′s nigh upon us
You need to run
Ah shit
Recognize each other, recognize the other
Differentiating 'tween the strange and brother necessary necessary
Learn from the surroundings, how the wind is sounding
How the leaves will crinkle just beneath your stomping underbelly underbelly
Conscious or unconscious is philosi-fodder
Everything produced has come from something that is temporary temporary
Everything conceived of everything believed of everything
Relieving when the foundation is crumbling it′s crumbling it's
TIME TO RUN
It′s overwhelming
The excess noise
It's nigh upon us
You need to run
Dotting the putrid landscape
They Proof of mankind′s gift
Flower, take a breath
Of humanities poison
Soon, your time will come
Repeat the same as same repeats within:
Why do I keep eating myself?
It's simple
There′s kids in cages
Pestilence is Political
The Governed are Cattle for the Slaughter
Of Flippant Greed
To be Content is to be Naive, and to be Whole is to Abuse Your Privilege
We Will Suffer in Solidarity
And So I Feast
Same repeats into same
What was will likely be
Patterns under our nose
We die too quickly to see
Hey!
You need to run
In excess action
I've made my point
I made it conscious
With no remorse
The premonition
Of what's to come
The human robot
Unholy son
I took its code
I made it aware
You need to run
In excess hubris
I′ve found my muse
The inspiration
Is still infused
I cannot stagnate
I must persist
Autonomy calls for
An active cyst
A sacred calling
Can′t be ignored
Do not deny it
You fucking clod
You act so worthless
Get off your ass
Create and conquer
The world is yours
Lobotomize me
I do not want this curse
It's writhing towards you
The end of times
It′s nigh upon us
You need to run
Ah shit
Recognize each other, recognize the other
Differentiating 'tween the strange and brother necessary necessary
Learn from the surroundings, how the wind is sounding
How the leaves will crinkle just beneath your stomping underbelly underbelly
Conscious or unconscious is philosi-fodder
Everything produced has come from something that is temporary temporary
Everything conceived of everything believed of everything
Relieving when the foundation is crumbling it′s crumbling it's
TIME TO RUN
It′s overwhelming
The excess noise
It's nigh upon us
You need to run
Writer(s): Bill Kaszubowski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com