The Paper Trench 歌詞

All of the high rollin' and the soft focused Helps with the stock pillin' of your wooden self Only in high rollin' and in soft focus Do we ever ask "Is there not more than this?" Holy Moses and holy cow Leviticus roots are comin' out It's the trench and the cult and the culture It breeds, only serves to feed one side and crush the rest Those that siphon the green from the air that we breathe To line fat pockets with the residue We suffer in silent mothball fury Trees that have long since shed their rings As if to rub out the ballpoint memory Of a thousand sins Holy Moses and holy cow Leviticus roots are comin' out And my sinew fingers throw them away A ring per sin, a ring per sin All of the high rollin' and the soft focused Helps with the stock pillin' of your wooden self Only in high rollin' and in soft focus Do we ever ask "Is there not more than this?" It's the trench and the cult and the culture It breeds, only serves to feed one side and crush the rest Those that siphon the green from the air that we breathe To line fat pockets with the residue We suffer in silent mothball fury Trees that have long since shed their rings As if to rub out the ballpoint memory Of a thousand sins Holy Moses and holy cow Leviticus roots are comin' out And my sinew fingers throw them away A ring per sin, a ring per sin Only in high rollin' and in soft focus Only in high rollin' and in soft focus Only in high rollin' and in soft focus Only in high rollin' and in soft focus