OILED ANIMALS Songtext
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OILED ANIMALS Songtext
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CAPTURE OILED ANIMALS
Flushed from their dens
Slick with sainthood, glossed and sheen
Anointed in our greed
Bend any further - any closer
Hairs in your nostrils
Singe and burn
YOU GET THE TASTE IN THE MOUTH JUST FROM VAPORS IN THE AIR
Waking is painful, a cold shock
Like smelling salts
Still i′m no better off
Save for the suffering
Extinction event is coming
A festering grudge
Buried deep
In the bosom of the natural world
We've been
A narcissistic
And petulant child
Stare at our reflection
′til nothing's left
Every living THING a pet
Manicured and neutered
Bent to our will
Stretched to capacity
We dominate
Domesticate
Eradicate
And procreate
DOMINATE
DOMESTICATE
ERADICATE
And PROCREATE
Lay down your arms
Lay down your heads
Take no more
Leave nothing left
Just lay still on the earth
Until it's time to lay in it
I′ll sit still in the dirt
Until I become of it
I′d rather be
Moss on a stone
Or the vapors in the air
A lowly maggot
Fly reborn!
To be anything but human
We are hell on earth
Ringing death's knell
An arrogance that stains the dirt
To make life
Out of rot
Eating death
To feed the chain
Or as scum
In a pond
Needs only light
To sustain
To live life
Without waste
To face death
Without pain
To a life
Without pain
TO A DEATH
WITHOUT WASTE
To a life
Without pain
TO A DEATH
WITHOUT WASTE
Flushed from their dens
Slick with sainthood, glossed and sheen
Anointed in our greed
Bend any further - any closer
Hairs in your nostrils
Singe and burn
YOU GET THE TASTE IN THE MOUTH JUST FROM VAPORS IN THE AIR
Waking is painful, a cold shock
Like smelling salts
Still i′m no better off
Save for the suffering
Extinction event is coming
A festering grudge
Buried deep
In the bosom of the natural world
We've been
A narcissistic
And petulant child
Stare at our reflection
′til nothing's left
Every living THING a pet
Manicured and neutered
Bent to our will
Stretched to capacity
We dominate
Domesticate
Eradicate
And procreate
DOMINATE
DOMESTICATE
ERADICATE
And PROCREATE
Lay down your arms
Lay down your heads
Take no more
Leave nothing left
Just lay still on the earth
Until it's time to lay in it
I′ll sit still in the dirt
Until I become of it
I′d rather be
Moss on a stone
Or the vapors in the air
A lowly maggot
Fly reborn!
To be anything but human
We are hell on earth
Ringing death's knell
An arrogance that stains the dirt
To make life
Out of rot
Eating death
To feed the chain
Or as scum
In a pond
Needs only light
To sustain
To live life
Without waste
To face death
Without pain
To a life
Without pain
TO A DEATH
WITHOUT WASTE
To a life
Without pain
TO A DEATH
WITHOUT WASTE
Writer(s): Margaret Chardiet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com