http://twentythousandfathoms.bandcamp.com
TWENTY THOUSAND FATHOMS EP coming October 23, 2020.
[lyrics]
Another bleak year come and gone
Another forest turned to ash
On a planet bound to crash
Another prophet bound and gagged
While the masses sweat and toil
Until the seas begin to boil
We know who’s to blame: the pigs with no shame
It’s time that we all held their feet to the flame
Maybe we’ll be more than just a memory
Maybe we’ll go down in history
The cat’s gone away, the mice come out to play
A spreading sickness fills the air
And there is no place left to hide
Onward to death or regicide
And when the walls start closing in
Like the wages of their sin
No, we won’t be fooled again
The palaces reek of dissent and decay
When they hear the blades falling, what are they going to say?
Maybe we’ll be more than just a memory
Maybe we’ll go down in history
The cat’s gone away, the mice come out to play
Maybe we’ll be more than just a memory
Maybe we’ll go down in history
Right here, right now, we begin the cleansing
Voices rise now like a symphony
The cat’s gone away, the mice come out to play
All gods in their graves, the mice are here to stay
[credits]
Ben Robson - all vocals/instruments, lyrics, mixing
Brandon Seliga (@ PPX Studios) - vocal engineering
Steven Miller (@ Steven Miller Recording) - mastering
[social media]
http//facebook.com/twentythousandfathoms
http://instagram.com/twentythousandfathoms
http://twitter.com/xxfm_band
TWENTY THOUSAND FATHOMS EP coming October 23, 2020.
[lyrics]
Another bleak year come and gone
Another forest turned to ash
On a planet bound to crash
Another prophet bound and gagged
While the masses sweat and toil
Until the seas begin to boil
We know who’s to blame: the pigs with no shame
It’s time that we all held their feet to the flame
Maybe we’ll be more than just a memory
Maybe we’ll go down in history
The cat’s gone away, the mice come out to play
A spreading sickness fills the air
And there is no place left to hide
Onward to death or regicide
And when the walls start closing in
Like the wages of their sin
No, we won’t be fooled again
The palaces reek of dissent and decay
When they hear the blades falling, what are they going to say?
Maybe we’ll be more than just a memory
Maybe we’ll go down in history
The cat’s gone away, the mice come out to play
Maybe we’ll be more than just a memory
Maybe we’ll go down in history
Right here, right now, we begin the cleansing
Voices rise now like a symphony
The cat’s gone away, the mice come out to play
All gods in their graves, the mice are here to stay
[credits]
Ben Robson - all vocals/instruments, lyrics, mixing
Brandon Seliga (@ PPX Studios) - vocal engineering
Steven Miller (@ Steven Miller Recording) - mastering
[social media]
http//facebook.com/twentythousandfathoms
http://instagram.com/twentythousandfathoms
http://twitter.com/xxfm_band
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