There's a shadow on the bodies
of the kids that we all grew up adoring.
Can you whisper, can you stutter,
can you breath whilst the smog climbs through our mountains?
This is bleeding us dry, this is cutting us up,
we're the kids who see the world as an empty cup,
with a death note and a black stare
and a pardon from a government that doesn't care.
We sleep, our locks are picked apart and analyzed.

Here's your weapon, here's your secret,
here's the pieces of the puzzles you have hidden.
Here's your money, here's your gun,
here's the funeral you've earned only son.
Well we're all drinking alone, we're all singing a tune,
we're the kids in the blacked out hospital rooms
with the lights on, and our eyes shut
as the bricks and the timber fall around us.
We sleep our locks are picked apart and analyzed.

Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up the damn phone,
there's a chance we'll make it tonight.
Run on, run on, run on, this is an island
not a tomb for the likes of you and I.
Yeah we've got the pigs skin,
yeah we split the atom,
yeah we lost the one good thing we made.

Yeah we're drinking alone, yeah we're singing a tune,
we're the kids in the blacked out hospital rooms,
with the lights on, and our eyes shut
as the bricks and the timber fall around us.
See that bitch swing, fucking treason.
Split the atom, split it.


Lyrics submitted by BigBez

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