Still after you, like a jet plane pursued,
By its sound tearing through the air as,
Toy planes get off the ground
We were riding insipidly on the ignited rubber stacked on the runway
Like pyramids, we tired with height as the fumes filled our eyes.
When we had the sky to ourselves,
We were kids the dancing in the smoke.
I’m nodding like a daydreamer trying to stay awake,
With more careerist lines at stake,
How can you hate an apathetic shrug?
When all we’ve been taught is to sit and shut up?
The mercenary’s ill,
There’s children dancing, with AK’s, just shoot to kill!
And I don’t know, it’s all just conversation
Daggers orbit, my head in consternation,
If I don’t know, it’s all just conversation
Dancers dance in casts, succumb too.
Born in the age of ADHD,
Am I late bloomer or are poppies fields,
Burning themselves, just to join the atmosphere?
We’re looking up, we’re looking back,
I’m not going to be your fucking rat.
Veo las migas enfrente de mi,
Y no quiero perderte,
Atras me agarro solo al aire
No quiero perderte,
Entre los dedos corre el aire,
No esa piel caliente,
Now we’re burning up in fear,
Choke trying to join the atmosphere.
I’m still after you,
And I’m not scared of choking on the fumes.
released March 12, 2015
David Escudero King - vocals, lyrics, rhythm guitar
Adam Carrington - lead guitar
Bo Hamilton - bass guitar
Darren Wilkie - drums
Artwork - Marek Brol (Hologamic) & Sam Jamieson
Recorded and Produced by Paul McInally at 45-a-side studios in Glasgow, Scotland in January 2015.
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