Paint It Black piosenki

You better watch who you call "backwards," Who you call "uncivilized." Treat people like pigeons, I hope they peck out your eyes. Throwing crumbs and passing judgement, nobody asked you to import that shit I see paradise and you see pavement, Your renovation...

Cannibals & kings take swings at death. We fall in line and march in step. The ones with forked tongues have placed their bets. Their reliance on our silence marks the way that we will pay their debts. It's invisible and it kills us slowly, day after d...

I checked the pilot lights and double-checked all the locks. But the captain's asleep at the wheel. We're heading straight for the rocks. I've got the anxiety blocked. Nose to the grindstone, both eyes on the clock. It's a matter of trust. They want to re-writ...

It's got nothing to do with luck, & it's got nothing to do with sin. You said, "God's got it in for you. You're fucked," but I don't believe in him. Standing underneath stars and satellites. The sky is not falling on my head tonight. I can see it out of...

I've got war on my mind all the time. A fuckin’ a slave to the bottom line. Do you recognize that sound? That's your little white lie breaking down. It's coming back around Selling us shit, hand over fist, we're sitting ducks and I'm sick of it. Do you really...

Lowered expectations met. Once were wolves, now domesticated pets. Hijacked syntax, footprints on our backs. I guess in retrospect we should have covered our tracks. But we see what's underneath, the empty threat when they bare their teeth. Like priests we sp...

I used to feel safe, oblivious to the mess I left in my wake. Now I try to give more than I take. But there’s more at stake than the nights I spent awake. It turns out I’ve got a selfish streak, and I repeat the same mistakes. Seconds, hours, minutes, d...

They're running their mouths about original sin again. Somehow we're similar simians, on a steady diet of carcinogens. We'll be the weathermen, warning of the black skies ahead. Broadcasting live from the City of the Dead. The forecast is for hail, locusts...

So you're the fucking tin man? If you only had a heart. Your eyes are rusted shut, too caught up in yourself to start Letting down your guard, or trying to discard your insulation. You got fired before you could retire or hand in your resignation. You...

Sweep out the cobwebs & recalibrate the currency. They're robbing us blind. They're trimming the fat, and counting every calorie. Can't you see that they're robbing us blind? Inveterate invertebrates ingest and regurgitate. They are robbing us blind. There...

There's a price on our heads. Remember when we couldn't give it away? They want to see us dead, but they'll be happy just to watch the decay. And I've been reading about our demise. Trying to see myself through your eyes. Well, it's an open casket wake. Enjoy...

We try to decipher the truth from the lie. There were bolder lines in those analog times. Station after station, a catalog of capitulations. “Abort mission”? This is no fucking solution. Digging tunnels under Babylon is not sufficient. And I think I know...

We are the sound and the fury. We're what's left of the hope and the glory. Foreshadowed by the dust in the ghost town, and the rust of the factory shutdown. I've got a fistful of crumbs, and a mouthful of lies. Everyone needs a hobby. Ours is suicide. We...

He says he wants to get better, but first he has to get a little sicker. He holds his tongue like he holds his liquor. Too young to call it quits. Too old to settle for nostalgia, so he settles for this. Too scared to slow down and find out what he missed....

They've got an army of accountants counting matchsticks, And an arsenal of distraction tactics. They'll use our senses against us: Manipulating desire and consensus. And they'll use guns, They'll use tear gas. I can hear the sound of boots on broken plate glas...

This is a sermon for the vermon. A song to draw blood. A finger in the dam trying to hold back the flood. We are down, but we're still not out. We struggle with faith in the face of doubt. So is it a crime to think that we've found something more sublime? Tha...

What will it take to wake you up? What will it take to shake you up? I won't sleep at all tonight. I'm not alright, and you're too fucking polite. Would you call this a hit and run? Can you tell the beating drum from the smoking gun? Not to be outdone, we'v...

Too quick to step up with the fisticuffs, I think it's time that someone called our bluff. We can't create so we denigrate, We don't know how to love so we settle for hate. We're running out of time We're running out of time So let's step out of line, a...

We play the early bird. Their schemes are absurd, buy in and get burned. We discern at day’s end we’re just food for the worms, so we work at what we love, and live on our own terms. And the gears still turn. Will you remain devout, devoured day in and d...