Текст песни The People's Church - Analog Moon

Can I please, get off this ship
I've grown tired of the apocalypse
Why have you flown so far away?
To tame a jungle in a cage

What you once were now, scattered like birds
Hallelujah! the pentecostal holocaust
Bouncin' babies turned these carcass lined streets
Into money, into money, into money

Your child army marches on
Wave their protest sign, sing your protest song
And beg to question fate
Eyes wide their hearts and minds tremble and shake

We are monsters, we are killers
We are lovers, brothers, sisters, mothers, oh mama
I've been living nickle and dime
Which is better, which is better, which is better

Stretch the wire towards the satellite
Open the book to find its lies, lies, lies, lies, lies
Watch the scales fall from his eyes