Low land February 3, 2013 by MechanimalCheap power addicts, purveyors of the poor Drinking and sharing terror, Over a nation fed on leftovers Until the next day returns Communication problems Processing images Familiar hangovers (Caused by) the noise of authority While young data readers And pilgrims of the middle class Matching key tags About land rescue operation A slow process tribulation Or undergraduate misdirection With a million hits, alert from another source Things incomplete, the readers spot Mental space limits in minor chords Parabolic surveillance, superimposed The same problem, I always was But, none of them Resonant names or free press jerks Fraternizing another dynastic civil war Sensitivity lost, tongue and heart, synchronicity lost Restrained appetite, insanity reigns On a pulp landscape; we cum as one The walls close in; we can’t escape On a rotten landscape; we die as one Remember: things don’t bleed, only harmony seeds Playful affairs like fast repetition on silent waves Or like a sudden glimpse gone beyond the clouds We observe the signs, the colors, the lines And there we draw the picture Linked, but not near In grey morning shades Across places of our beloved low land_ LyricsAthens Riots, Drone, Giannis Papaioannou, ION, Mechanimal, The Last Days of Spring EPShare : Tweet
