Pudgy-faced prince pushed a big red button
to aim steel missiles right between your eyes.
Averting your look from all the real problems,
the buildings are crumbling and the fish have all died.
The storm
will come.
You'll see it (2x)
In the end, we might be dust,
but the stars will shine on bright.
Disconnect us, and release us,
together at least we can try.
Put your life in the hands of a faceless politician.
Says he'll keep you safe putting drones in the sky.
Told you that your life is nothing more than a number.
But the day that I believe it is the day that I will die.
The storm
will come.
You'll see it (6x)
In the end, we might be dust,
but the stars will shine on bright.
Disconnect us, and release us,
together at least we can try.
credits
from II,
released December 24, 2014
Lyrics by Mithun Selvaratnam
Youssef Bishara - drums, percussion
Sam Catherman - bass
Julia Johnson - vocals, cello
Mithun Selvaratnam - vocals, guitar, synth, samples, percussion
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