Male Plague Songtext
von Protomartyr

Said it three times, guess I′ll say it four
Sad and sick to watch you devolve
Your pen has gone gray
The view has been walled
And no one knows what you're saying at all

See-through skin - barnacles of age
Male plague, male plague
Old days misremembering
Male plague, male plague
You think the world owes you a stroke
Male plague, male plague
Fear of the future - losing your hold
Male plague, male plague


Hey figurehead, what are you gonna do?
Her truth moves to fast for you
Hurled upon the stage
The act has gone sour
Sad sacks pickled in jars

See-through skin - barnacles of age
Male plague, male plague
False news beamed right in
Male plague, male plague
Every boy wants to be a cop
Male plague, male plague
Punching down - you punch them out
Male plague, male plague

Everybody knows it′s gonna kill you some day
Everybody knows it's gonna kill you some day
Everybody knows it, tastes it, feels it
Everybody knows it's gonna kill you some day
Everybody knows it, needs it, wants it
Everybody knows it′s gonna kill you some day