Futilist's Lament Songtext
von High Tide

Fuck your expedition to the hill
I can fly and I will
Kill your dreams of darkness now
Turn around, see me crying

Smell of burning flesh in the air
Screaming child, must you stare?
Rying slowly to the bone
When you′re gone, who'll be crying?


Mother earth sees the hurt
Shitting all over her
Vomiting their lies of truth
In her youth, she was smiling

Are you warm, are you clean?
Satisfied with your scene?
Positively where it′s at
Growing fat off your brother

Polostronite sees my pain
Slowing down confusion in my brain
Only to be born again as they pretend
I grow weary