Текст Little Comets – Worhead

Standing in a field of green
Looking for a blade of grass
Squeaking like we all got clean
Hoping that this age will pass

And it’s a wrong road
That we’re all on
And we see this
And we see this
But we tear apart everything
My sweetheart
What will remain?
If you flout it
If you flout it
You flout it all

Tolerate lies
Push the button and everyone dies
It’s the lack of a singular thing
That a weapon could bring
To put love in the eyes of us all
Tell me now profit and war
Are analogous. What am I for?
Are the hazardous hands on the guns
Just the same as the ones
Using a testicular epithet indicative of what’s wrong?

And when the world ends
Did we see this?
Could we see this?
But obliterate everything
My sweetheart
Can we lean more?

Sitting in a field of green
Looking at a hopeless dawn
Sleeping is my only dream
Seeing that this age will pass