The Mill Songtext
von Sybyr

(Landfill)
Run up the mill
Chase the dollar bill, uh

Run up the mill
Chase the dollar bill
You don′t wanna fuck around
And die on that hill
Keep your jitters steady, uh
In the morning, gotta get ready, uh
There's no damn confetti, yeah
This party′s getting messy, yeah


I walk in, feelin' myself
Riddin' myself of ill will
I perk up, not on Perc′
Fix yourself, that′s the deal
Creature staring at my glow
Better flash and let 'em know
How this go
There′s no out, only up
That's for sure
In the mix, grabbin′ drinks
Take a sip, let it sink
What you think?
Are you trippin'? Can you blink?
Grab my knife, let it skin
Let it blood, let it thin
All that blood in the drink
I think that it′s turnin' pink, yeah

Run up the mill
Chase the dollar bill
You don't wanna fuck around
And die on that hill
Keep your jitters steady, uh
In the morning, gotta get ready, uh
There′s no damn confetti, yeah
This party′s getting messy, yeah


All this noise got me buggin' in my sleep, sit still
All this walkin′ got me achin' in my ankle, let′s chill
All this chatter got me chatty when the opposite is real
All these thoughts circling 'round like I′m runnin' through the field
In the midst of all the pressure
It can garner out some steel
Like machinery at work
Nothing cares 'bout how you feel
When you′re achin′ in the habit of what works
Don't you know?
That there′s always something else
Something unlike of before

Run up the mill
Chase the dollar bill
You don't wanna fuck around
And die on that hill
Keep your jitters steady
In the morning, gotta get ready, uh
There′s no damn confetti, yeah
This party's getting messy, yeah
Run up the mill
Chase the dollar bill
You don′t wanna fuck around
And die on that hill
Keep your jitters steady
In the morning, gotta get ready, yeah
There's no damn confetti, yeah
This party's getting messy, yeah