Bear Ghost - Heavy News - Lyrics
(We interrupt your death metal to bring you some heavy news)
(Live in 3, 2, 1)
A passing asteroid's been glancing at our atmosphere
The experts estimate collision any day
This beckons questions, tune it at eleven, keep it here
What's our disaster correspondent have to say?
There's wildfires walkin' tirelessly this way
But lucky us, there's flooding coming from a hurricane
Well, thank you. Next there's a systemic epidemic too
That's not to mеntion growing tension and dissent
I see you peoplе out there clapping your hands
The streets are paved with your atrocious behavior
A silent violence made its way through the stands
A riot quietly amassed in the graveyard
Hey Mr. Radio, you got it twisted
Let me whisper shady o'l truths
I know
Better than the vile
Demons and their lies
Spittin' la da da da die
Oh no
I won't
Be a player in your puppet show
Shove your conformation bias
La da da da die
Just in, there's massive massacres occurring here and there
And krakens attacking capitals
Shit's gone wacky everywhere
I can't believe you people clapping your hands
A bunch of brazen bastards bumpin' your politics
No longer silent and the violence expands
Parade your petty pride above the apocalypse
Hey Mr. Radio, you got it twisted
Let me whisper shady o'l truths
I know
Better than the vile
Demons and their lies
Spittin' la da da da die
Oh no
I won't
Be a player in your puppet show
Shove your conformation bias
La da da da die
God damn
You can't win my silence
Sovereign defiance
Swelling up to suffocate the truth
Choking down your blue pill
Crawl back in your molehill
Gallows are beckoning you
Hey Mr. Radio, you might have missed it
But your dirty tricks are there for all to see
A bloody torrent in the forecast for the rest of time
An anthropod eclipse, a colossal frog and it's hopping mad
Maintain this is fictitious political hogphooey
Even as you wallow in sorrow 'cuz that frog swallowed up your fam
Egregious lies, you say? It's right in your face
A mass extinction affair that's passed the brink of repair
And now there's polliwogs the size of ships and covered in spikes
Swimming in crimson rivers flowing through cities, even you still deny
Hey Mr. Radio, we'll never listen
We got intuition and that's all we need
Now all that's left is just a hellish scene of endless bones
Scowling survivors shriek with glee as we eviscerate our own
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