Cellar Dwellar - Rapture - Lyrics, Similar artists

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Artist: Cellar Dwellar

album: When does it stop feeling like a dream?

Will, there still be time for us tomorrow
When the seas melt into the sky
There's blood flowing beneath the soil
But no poppies to bloom in the summertime
Mother nature has nothing left to give or spoil
Her babies have sucked her milk dry
This place, it glimmers
Just like heaven
And the children, they gnaw at the gold ceiling
Tin Man machinehead money machine
Forged under molded wax skin
Melt it down
To expose the soulless, metal skeleton within
No reflection
Bone piercing her steel tongue
Drooling in their mouths vile piss and acid spit
And her children breathe in polluted black smoke
But she's got an iron lung
Heaven has no ceiling
And with excess, skies the limit
So we'll wallow here
Under the weight of our money-baths
And the stench of our sex
And Mr. Money Bags is
President of the United States
But the man soon to be riches to rags
Feels no shame in that
But he's next too

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