The Paper Trench - Admiral Fallow
All of the high rolling and the soft focus
Helps with the stockpiling of your wooden self
Only in high rolling and in soft focus
Do we really ask, "Is there not more than this?"
It's a trench and the cult and
the culture it breeds
Only serves to feed one side and
crush the rest
Those that siphon the green
from the air that we breathe
To line fat pockets with the residue
And we suffer in silent moth balled fury
Trees that have long since
shed their rings
As if to rub out the ball
point memory of a thousand sins
Holy Moses and holy cow
My varicose root are coming out
And my sinew fingers throw them away
A ring per sin, a ring per sin
All of the high rolling and
the soft focus
Helps with the stockpiling
of your wooden self
Only in high rolling and in soft focus
Do we really ask, "Is there
not more than this?"
It's a trench and the cult
and the culture it breeds
Only serves to feed one side
and crush the rest
Those that siphon the green
from the air that we breathe
To line fat pockets with the residue
And we suffer in silent moth balled fury
Trees that have long since shed their rings
As if to rub out the ball point
memory of a thousand sins
Holy Moses and holy cow
My varicose root are coming out
And my sinew fingers throw them away
A ring per sin, a ring per sin
Only in high rolling and in soft focus
Only in high rolling and in soft focus
Only in high rolling and in soft focus
Only in high rolling and in soft focus