Instrumenty
Ensembles
Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Josiah Leming. Animals.

Slowly this land fills up with rain
We stab the cloud just to ease our pain
They scream and they fall, but it's okay
It would've happened anyway

So stab your children, hang the neighbors
Just sit and drink your favorite tea beside the fire
Someone else, if not I
And when your life burns dry, we won't hear you cry
Singing

Who is that animal at the top of the chain?
Avoiding the loss ass he picks up the game
He's not a bird, he's not a plane
He looks like a human, he's in just the same as the rest of us
He's over fire

And when you go, there won't be one to mourn
Except those wearing uniforms
But that's okay, you never needed anyone
There's a hole in the ground, and you're what it was made for
And we're singing

Who is that animal at the end of the day?
Sticking the lost as he sticks to his game
He's not a bird, he's not a plane
He looks like a human, he's in just the same as the rest of us

Hey, you animal at the end of your game
No sleep to lose, but the whole world to gain
Make your next move, get on your plane
But we live in your soul, and we'll turn up the flames
You're over fire