Letras They All Float Down Here - The Swellers

They All Float Down Here

The smokestacks cut off all the light.\nPolluted skies mean polluted minds.\nKeep waiting for a new day.\nThe masses block out all the signs.\nThey’re taking over without a fight.\nKeep waiting for a new day.\nKeep waiting for the haze to disappear.\nThey’ll never see a new day.\nIt never ends, removing grip from idle hands.\nIt never ends, removing grip from idle hands.\nNo way to survive on their own.\nThey’ll feed on themselves down to the bone.\nKeep waiting for a new day.\nA new day that won’t ever come.\nThey’re lining pockets till it’s all done.\nIt doesn’t have to be this way.\nStill living in a state of constant fear.\nTry to stop us we’re the new wave.\nIt never ends, removing grip from idle hands.\nIt never ends, removing grip from idle hands.\nWe can’t ever leave this to die.\nWe can’t ever leave this to die.\nIt never ends, removing grip from idle hands.\nWe can’t ever leave this to die\nWe can’t ever leave this to die\nIt never ends, removing grip from idle hands.