Satellites On Parade - Montoneros lyrics
Artist: Satellites On Parade
album: Miles
The White collared Mobster Circumvents a meaning Time has shown
Redirecting eager masses to a satire of his own
They'll never see it coming against the tides of time we fight again
How long will we let this go on?
Again and Again...
I'm losing Oxygen with this belt around my neck.
Or from her tethered tongue she speaks the good word through the barrel of a gun
Because his failure is my epitaph there's method to her madness she's a spitting image of her father's fist.
So climb on down!
The actions you subrscribe to consequently have a price
And everyone who's bought in now they're dying to redeem
Old lies for new currency. Selling you back the Fear that they claim to take away
I'm losing Oxygen with this belt around my neck
Or from her tethered tongue she speaks the good word through the barrel of a gun
Because his failure is my epitaph there's method to her madness she's a spitting image of her father's fist.
Of her father's...
Of her father's Fist!
You stray the blinded as you walk away with everything we have!
Where do the tired go? (Where do the tired go)
Where do the tired go?
Redirecting eager masses to a satire of his own
They'll never see it coming against the tides of time we fight again
How long will we let this go on?
Again and Again...
I'm losing Oxygen with this belt around my neck.
Or from her tethered tongue she speaks the good word through the barrel of a gun
Because his failure is my epitaph there's method to her madness she's a spitting image of her father's fist.
So climb on down!
The actions you subrscribe to consequently have a price
And everyone who's bought in now they're dying to redeem
Old lies for new currency. Selling you back the Fear that they claim to take away
I'm losing Oxygen with this belt around my neck
Or from her tethered tongue she speaks the good word through the barrel of a gun
Because his failure is my epitaph there's method to her madness she's a spitting image of her father's fist.
Of her father's...
Of her father's Fist!
You stray the blinded as you walk away with everything we have!
Where do the tired go? (Where do the tired go)
Where do the tired go?
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Beats Me
2013 · single
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