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Apoc
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Starving for Conversation
Boredom, the fruit of glum indifference You can hear it hearken through the chatter of these pigeons You can see it startin' as they clamor through the kitchen You can play your part or you can see what you've been missin' This party is played out! But I'm tryin' one last time as I make my way out Guess I shouldn't have stayed out But I'll give ya one more chance, whatcha' got to say now? I wanna talk about new ideas They wanna talk about the new Ikea How 'bout politics, religion, science? I can see plain the disdain in their silence I know better, so I bolt for the bar My brain goes numb from the smoke in the car They're vain 'n they're dumb, but they're broken 'n scarred City's like a cell block; cold 'n it's hard The boring pageant of immortal sin's Got the bartender beaten as he pours my gin It's hard to play the hero with the heart of a whore But I ain't sayin' sorry for my smarts no more Saints and satyrs in search of the infinite Paint gets splattered, the earth starts to spin a bit To make these matters for worse, they try to limit 'em You can break 'n batter these birds, we'll live to sing again
Chorus: I would walk a mile for the keys to the moon I still wanna smile while we speed to our doom Been a season or two since I needed a move If dreams are for fools, this is boredom in bloom Well, it's been a while since we peaked from the womb Put ourselves on trial in the zenith of youth Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Whether bleedin' in blue, or still stealin' for food The meanin' eludes, this is boredom in bloom Lookin' to the aisle while we kneel in the pew Join the rank 'n file, got some breedin' to do When they feed you a tune, you concede that it's true You just heed to their cue, this is boredom in bloom Just another style, but we deem it as 'cool' You can teach a child why we need to consume These are pieces of you that are seen through the view Of a screen that is skewed, this is boredom in bloom
We can not consume what we can not buy We don't have to bloom, but we have to die Testaments and tombstones always lie A floral festoon, E-N-N-U-I These wings wanna sing if we let them fly These kings know a thing about the empty sky But these finks wouldn't shrink from a dead man's cry Nor blink at a drink, you can bet your eye These kids wanna tell me how they write a blog Not start a revolutionary dialogue We die like dogs tryin' to fight the fog Been city so long, startin' to like the smog The psychogeography of cerebral slums's Got us mauled by mixed media 'n feelin' numb Appalled by this feelin' that the dream is done All forced to face what our freedom has won
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