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I canât breathe, this world has
Taken a turn for the worst end
Carbon dioxide
Suffocating
Worship barrels of black liquid
Eat us alive.
What we worship is what we feed
And weâre worshiping this disease.
Weâre bowing down to every thing that we see
And still breeding like flees
Worship wealth and itâll eat you alive
And youâll never have enough.
Worship beauty, and youâll always
Feel ugly as can be.
Worship god and youâll find the answer
To whatâs itching at your soul:
A simple way to describe
The world in front of your eyes
Without disputing what you think you know.
Why donât we have a little foresight?
Stop making choices with our wallets in mind all the time.
Growinâ up in the fucked up world you gave us was madness
Now will we repeat the process?
Will we let it happen again?
Wonât make a difference how the money arrives
If we donât keep this world alive.
- Album:
- The Cradle
- Less Faith
- Stay Asleep
- Catacomb (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- To Hell With Humdrum
- In the Best Possible Taste
- Sleepwalking
- Eat Yourself Whole
- Idiots at the Wheel EP
- Indie Top 20, Volume 18
- Pumping on Your Stereo
- Bloodshot and Fancy Free: The Best and Rest of Kingmaker
- NME: Singles of the Week 1992
- Chrysalis 25 Edited Highlights
- You and I Will Never See Things Eye to Eye
- The Killjoy Was Here EP
- 10 Years Asleep...
- Armchair Anarchist
- Queen Jane E.P.