We look up from the ground
In fields of paper white
And floating up you pass us in the night
(canât believe I almost missed Blackout )
A future gazing out, a past to overwrite
So come down, far below
Weâve been waiting to collect the things you know
Come down far below
Weâve been waiting to collect what youâve let go
Come dooooohooooowwn, oooohhh
Come down
Oooh
Come dooooooOOOOooowwwn, ohhhhh
Come down
Oooooh
come down
ooooohhhhhh
next song is Wretches & Kings
thereâs a time, when the operation of the machine becomes so odious
Makes you so sick at heart
That you canât take part, you canât even passively take part
And youâve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels; upon the levers
upon all the apparatus
And youâve got to make it stop
To save face how low can you go?
Talk a lotta game and yet you donât know