Текст песни Waiting for Black Metal Records to Come in the Mail - Demo - Have A Nice Life

What has become of us?
White ceilings, white skies

Did you know a star can swim a thousand dark miles
And never see the floor again?

Back against the wall on these last days
But we knew it would happen anyway

You drop that pitch-black pall
Over us, one and all, again
Propel your national machines
Giving us all the disease, but not the vaccine

One thousand tiny lives
Disappear into the black stretch

And I guess I thought I would feel something, but I didn't
But I didn't, yes, that's a myth

And you drop that pitch-black pall
Over us, one and all, again
Propel your national machines
Giving us all the disease, but not the vaccine

And I would give anything for a cool glass of water
Without this poisonous oil

No, it's never gonna be good enough