Gaia’s Footsoldiers
| Title | Gaia’s Footsoldiers |
|---|---|
| Artist | Our Sunday Affairs |
| Album | Cave |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | I saw the serpent gaping from its shelf Its shallow swallowed self Leaves not a single doubt How long do you think he took to cough us out Rome wasn’t built in seven days Says his buddy’s overworked and underpaid Let the grass grow right through me, lift the bones to canopy Become the rice they harvest, does that sound so cathartic Its another countdown to nothing And im blushing all the while Take my time and stride and smile Let the grass grow right through me, lift the bones to canopy Become the rice they harvest, does that sound so cathartic You wanna talk about nature And the inner machinations Of healthy human relations Cuz they dont work they want em to You want poignant lives And roller coaster rides Sticky cotton candy And the thickest cocaine lines You wanna talk about nature And the inner machinations Of healthy human relations Cuz they dont work they way you want em to Time won't seem to let this go Relinquished my self Taste the flesh and the boneYou might also like |