Текст песни «Seven Graylands - Noose»

Ive got a shiv for an attitude,
A couple of daggers in my eyes for you.
Ive got a hat pin in my spine,
Watching you suck it dry,
Whats your fucking point?

Youre a greed machine
With a cement scheme
And were burning down your buildings with gasoline
More destruction and more confusion
But your profits keep going up

If I found your world hanging from a noose
If I found your world hanging from a noose Id walk away
If I found your world hanging from a noose
If I found your world hanging from a noose Id walk away

Its just a back-slap in the face
Another day, another way
Things just get worse
Gouge them for a dollar
With the dollar getting smaller
So whats your fucking point?

Youre a greed machine
With a standard theme
And were tearing down your buildings with a brand new scene
More destruction and more confusion
And your profits stop going up

If I found your world hanging from a noose
If I found your world hanging from a noose Id walk away
If I found your world hanging from a noose
If I found your world hanging from a noose Id walk away

You can distract the people
With a shiny new Apple
And some shit on TV
Greet the drooling masses
With a scandal
Or an actress and her big brand new tits.

Youre a greed machine
With a perfect scheme
And the people think theyre living in a perfect dream
No destruction and no confusion
And your profits start going up

If I found your world hanging from a noose
If I found your world hanging from a noose Id walk away
If I found your world hanging from a noose
If I found your world hanging from a noose Id walk away