Election Day Songtext
von Geist

Steam up the mirrors as you practice your speech
Swallow narratives like they′re dripping with grease

I'm a lost little boy fallowing trails of teeth
Or am I sleepwalking on daylight feet?
Through this one stop town filled with weeds and sheep
Gaze in abstraction like a god over priests


Where dreams are exploited but it′s kept discrete
Institutions designed to ripen greed
Make this new world great for me

Our future's a thing of the past you see
Make Faustian bargains like they re stuck on repeat

Variations of a recurrent theme
Speakers blare the good word in binary
Commit your number to memory
A conventional routine

Pin chests with medals for man-made tragedies
For us to drape our dead in the flags we keep
Only then will our work be complete