All the ghosts that haunt us don’t scare
We’re just too selfish to be that aware
Why believe yourself
Dark clouds line the pathways to ugly skylines
Rivers flow to gray buildings
Sweet air bitter taste
Why believe yourself
We’re just too selfish to be that aware
Rivers flow to gray buildings
Sweet air bitter taste
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the stanlow oil refinery sits on the mersey river in north cheshire, one of the u.k.'s most polluted areas. "what grief won't sell" is my best guess at the chorus, but the stanzas are clear enough: we know what we're doing to the natural world, but we are too absorbed in the comfort and ease of our lives to alter our behavior.