Drones, The
The Minotaur
They come, they goThey never do not goThey come, they seeThey conquer then they leaveWith man-eating beliefsSuperior of deathWith lineage and mythAnd a half-heartedness at birthI have the same old dreamAbout a tunnel by my bedFrom where the stench of shit of minotaursYawns like lewd and evil breathBut instinct and a mapHas set to work inside my headInstead of shedding tearsI've learned to drink and piss insteadThey come, they goThey never do not goThey come, they seeThey conquer then they leaveI am in RomeLetras de cancionesAnd i am going to the gamesI see the gulfAnd it's going toBore my name into theGreen green grassThe catwalks of the pastMy head is like an ovenAs i rest it in my palmsWe were just standing on the beachWhen a bull rose from the surfI said "show him the back door my dearHe'll only paw the turf"Three seasons came and wentTracksuits found the dispossessedMy wife had other plansAnd now a bastard surfs the webThere's nothing she can doHe does not talk, he does not moveHe spends all day looking at pornOr playing fucking Halo 2They come, they goThey never do not goThey come, they seeThey conquer then they leaveI am in RomeAnd i am going to the gamesI am the last to find my seatI'm standing at the gateIntermission comesNerves are touched, and smokes are screenedIt's on a pack of cigarettesAlong with all our faults and memes and it saysVeni Vidi Vici
From Letras Mania