Numbers Lyrics & Chords By Little Yellow Box

Consider this eternal hollow witch is passion guilt and existence as wasted seedlings witch now age in lifeless soil the bleakest of all lost causes if were the last of dying breed searching for mate. a deep breath taken under water in this incendiary of violence hatred and greed witch we call the future may it be ever present ever spiteful ever diligent we are the spark to cause the scare its hard to believe a virus could ever make it this far but the roots with feed run deep so we shall continue to pillage until the day when all must sleep. as for now I sing of pain and mixed feelings. once ones born transpose transform a nothing work horse. tell the tales convince yourself you are far enough along to simply play along don't sell your life its not worth your mind ignore that fact that nothings real at all lets just play tangible it pacifies them all. I hope this sunrise ends us all.