LYRICS
The ship of our see
Heading toward tragedy
Over the falls
Building of walls
Thick rhetoric
Making us sick
Speaking in forked tongues
Of bogus battles won
Best at beating our chests
For poisoning our lungs
Won and done
’till our did
Is diddly squat
’till our did
Is not
Thick rhetoric
Making us sick
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: FmM7 Fm7 Dm7(b5) Fm; 86 BPM
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Keyboards
From the album Hear Me Out