Welcome to Landfill where they bury your free will,
please
hold tight to the handrails we're all going in.
Passing through fallen arches past the smashed dreaming warriors into abandoned stone quarries,
taking time for a tea on the way.
Welcome to Landfill where they still fly the standard although at half mast.
Reserve a place for the saviour
he's playing a card game unaware that his fame has spread out like confetti and is whetting the appetites of Satan and his acolytes.
Here in dystopia where hope's hoping it's fooling ya the lights are being turned off one by one.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
Welcome to Landfill where they bury your free will,
please
hold tight to the handrails we're all going in.
Passing through fallen arches past the smashed dreaming warriors into abandoned stone quarries,
taking time for a tea on the way.
Welcome to Landfill where they still fly the standard although at half mast.
Reserve a place for the saviour
he's playing a card game unaware that his fame has spread out like confetti and is whetting the appetites of Satan and his acolytes.
Here in dystopia where hope's hoping it's fooling ya the lights are being turned off one by one.
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