Songs of Convenience Songtext
von Rentokill

the horizon turned red like on the day before war, but there is nobody who would open the eyes nor listen cause the cries have been heard so many times before.
once the property is clearly defined i shall pay no more attention.
pay no more attention to the burning in my head that created circles in the swamp of human hate.
pythia is permanently writing history, a page for the dead and one for the refugees, one for human dignity, chapters for genocide, and in the footnote we established a frame of fear, a monument for eternity.
go on in pride, its not five to twelve.
that clock is dead, the rent is paid, courageous things said and outrageous things done, but isnt it strange to cut the branch Im sitting on?
it seems that wealth means irreverence and the blinders are still on.
the conscience could hit
me like a boomerang after giving so much energy in terms of distance. it turns like time, resistance is only the beginning of the fall, so get on the train!
departure time, the tickets paid, directions said and reservations done.
isnt it sick to occupy four seats Im sitting on?
rely!
relying on the border patrols to prevent us from economic infiltration.
we have to pay the minimum price for a role in this game of the conservative.
right or wrong?
Id rather bite my middle finger than sing along with your convenience, Im sick of your songs!