Letras The Fever and the Sound - Strung Out

The Fever and the Sound

This portrait of reality, the fever and the sound.\nOur place in this gravity is nowhere 'til we hit the ground.\nElectrical and alkaline, rhetorical and less divine.\nImpulses activate, receptors drawn to stimulate.\nAs the girls walk by then fade away.\nAs an old man dies a little everyday.\nThe lonely poor and arrogant all make their graves.\nSo stand up brave and kiss goodbye any chance we’ll live forever.\nMy sweet black Maria surrender.\nNever let this place go without a fight.\nBefore we all go down forever.\nHold on tight now dance with me.\nThe stories of these empires, they echo through these halls.\nAnd the shadows that used to play along these lonely streets won’t save you now.\nAs the girls walk by then fade away.\nAs an old man dies a little everyday.\nThe lonely poor and arrogant all make their graves.\nSo stand up brave and kiss goodbye any chance we’ll live forever.\nMy sweet black Maria surrender.\nNever let this place go without a fight.\nBefore we all go down forever.\nHold on tight now dance with me.\nCharlatans and the kings of men and the songs that we sing.\nHoly watchtowers and skin machines, vacant minds and lucid dreams.\nCollisions of a life in story, make believe and allegory.\nSo dance with me just one more time.\nDance with me and don’t look down.\nSo stand up brave and kiss goodbye any chance we’ll live forever.\nMy sweet black Maria surrender.\nNever let this place go without a fight.\nBefore we all go down forever.\nHold on tight now dance with me.