Pelican’t Songtext
von Remote Viewing

We′ve lied for hours, engrossed

With pleasure
The searching
The blood loss

You are a part of "once loved you"
You are a grave, with no smell

Oh, who are we kidding?
It smells, it's filthy, it′s disgusting

Lick your hands
And all is null

It's null, but you?

(I want to tell you a story
The future isn't real
The future is an imposter)


I′ll be insane
If that′s your notion of insane
By the bus staring at puddles of oil

Cull your memory
Impossible
Lower your lungs
Lungs don't work any more, send help
Or a hearse
We′re dead anyway
So extra vehicles would be appreciated

The snow
Hate everything
Corpses embraced the undead
Eat trash
Throw up
Life is pointless

The blood loss
The future isn't real
Lungs don′t work any more