Текст песни Soda Cans - Margalee

So much music is pop
So much sound is noise
So much silence precedes anxiety
Such much art is prostitution
So much purity gets fucked
So much purity gets fucked

Is art only pretty like bright red soda cans
Whose colors climb behind the eyes
Into the brain making us crave, handing us canes
High-fructose corn syrup

Infants age, become murderers, but are so lovely at first
Infants age, become murderers, but are so lovely at first

So much music is pop
So much sound is noise
So much silence precedes anxiety
Such much art is prostitution
So much purity gets fucked
So much purity gets fucked

I saw a dog inside a man
He was holding a soda can
Then he was boiling something in a stove
Drank it down, thought he'd drive his car around
Hit a girl
Suddenly it was a violent world

Infants age, become murderers, but are so lovely at first
Infants age, become murderers, but are so lovely at first

So much music is pop
So much sound is noise
So much silence precedes anxiety
Such much art is prostitution
So much purity gets fucked
So much purity gets fucked

Is art only pretty?
Is art only pretty?
Is art only pretty?
Is art only pretty?