《Syllable Mantra》歌词

[00:00:00] In city shoes

[00:01:36] Of clueless blues

[00:01:38] Pays the views

[00:01:39] And no mans news

[00:01:42] Blades will fade from blood to sport

[00:01:54] The h****n's cut these fuses short

[00:02:04] Drink and frame this pain I think

[00:02:05] I'm melting silver poles my dear

[00:02:11] You bleed your wings and then disappear

[00:02:25] Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights

[00:02:30] Modern times come talk me down

[00:02:41] And battle lines are drawn across this town

[00:02:45] Ghetto stones instead of chains

[00:02:59] And nothing's changed

[00:03:03] Riot like 1968 again

[00:03:12] The days of rage yeah nothing's changed

[00:03:15] Well pretty flames

[00:03:17] In school I would just bite my tongue

[00:03:22] The flags are false and they contradict

[00:03:23] They point and click which wounds to lick

[00:03:26] On avenues this christian breeze

[00:03:28] Turns it's heart to more needles please

[00:03:33] Our eyes roll back and we beg for more

[00:03:44] It frays this skin and then underscore

[00:03:48] The case for war you spin and bleed

[00:03:54] The sales you feel screensavers feed

[00:04:00] The girls you breed the soaps that you write

[00:04:28] The graceless charm of your gutter snipes

[00:04:39] The moving scenes and suburbanites

[00:04:46] And smithereens got 'em scaling heights

[00:04:50] Modern times come talk me down

[00:05:01] The battle lines are drawn across this town

[00:05:16] Ghetto stones instead of chains

[00:05:24] Hearts and minds and US Planes

[00:05:29] Nothing's changed

[00:05:29] Riot like the 1980's again

[00:05:30] The days of rage yeah nothing's changed

[00:05:31] More pretty flames