Rumour Said Fire In The Sour
In the sour you look beautiful when you're down In the street where the fierce they talk talk talk And the looks, and the looks, they reveal in your sleep In your bed, in your poverty
Say, you could be the captain of my ship We would sail,we would fail, we would sink In time to be like drunk gods fighting the sea
You could run, yeah, let's run!
Our captain's broken with water in his solid legs Still waiting for real ends, not a broken toy A restless word on a toilet wall in an empty mall And every kid escaping from the sentence is afraid of the dark
In the trees all my friends they gather their things All along with their family awaiting the sea You could hide your eyes, you could always dream
You could dance, yeah, let's dance!
And leave the captain, as he goes down with his battleship The cannons are flying breaking everything We've reached a dead end the people are afraid 'Cause every man escaping from the real is a coward and a prick Their spines are torn apart from the rock beneath the sea
Late in the night when you're awoken from your sleep And everything is violently taking you by suprise screaming "It wasn't me; I'm just a simple, beautiful machine" But the silence never answers and your turn your metal body back to sleep