Slackjaw Pilgrims Songtext
von Futurist

Alone on a subway dreaming
A voice recites the coordinates
And I don′t speak the language here

Sack of skin
Worn, gray static
Bones beneath the ground

Shipwrecked on a trap door mountain
And fenced in a frame
Hung on a wall, lost in a room
Next time, I'd inject such theories
Into the belly of a whale and watch them spray up
At the clouds


And the trust we reserve for god
In states of public debt
It′s a farce, it's blatant disregard
To the sound sound of asteroids burning
Uptown, burlap bleeding hearts are sewn up
Bleeding hearts are sewn

But don't worry
Don′t worry
Don′t worry
They're just your grownup symptoms
Your cashed out slackjaw pilgrims
Don′t lose your nerve and crack the hull
We've grown up restless

It isn′t often enough that I stop
And thank you
For being you

And the crowds turn dull
Means to meaning
And seldom take them home

There's no excuse or circumstance
It′s all romance, you see
It's all romance
It's all romance, you see