Sikth

There's no ambition, Told from vision
Pre-recorded maze of wisdom
Bland street bloom. A Moronic Feeling
No ambition, plague of pigeons
Twisted in your maze of wisdom
Shake-up, Make-up, Fake-Up
Think you need some healing
No ambition
Same old wrong millenium scorn
Maze of wisdom
Bland street bloom. A moronic feeling
Pretty little birds all singing in the street
Few trees left. Bare and shivering
In this hollow bitter street
No ambition, told from vision
Pre-recorded maze of wisdom
Bland street bloom
Bland street bloom
Bland street bloom (as the)
Bland street bloom
Bland street bloom (as the)
As the dove rains blood
As the dove rains blood
As the dove rains blood
As the dove rains blood
A world of wonders
man-made mechanical thunders
(dove, blood, dove, blood)
Like stuffing in a turkey
Gutless. Hollow.
Man-made premeditated hole
Like a rock that doesn't roll
You are the rock that doesn't roll
Like a rock that doesn't roll
You are the rock that doesn't roll
Empty coal into the fruit bowl