Sub Yellow Songtext
von Slow Mass

We win one more pissing match
And march onto the north
Standing still in a sinking pool
Suburban yellow is our truth
Banged up and bent out
Of shape and place
Sleeping in a different house
A suburban felon is our youth

A new position
Inefficiently boxed in
Cyclical living
Nothing like getting up
Before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up
Before dawn to start wasting your life


A lousy friend with crooked hands
A work of love in progress
Moral compass like burnt food
A work of love is finished


A new position
Inefficiently boxed in
Cyclical living
Nothing like getting up
Before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up
Before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up
Before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up
Before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up
Before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up
Before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up
Before dawn to start wasting your life
Nothing like getting up
Before dawn to start wasting your life