Bat-Bird - Holy+Gold

The pioneers have gone to sleep with roots grown around their feet.

The war we’re waging ended aimlessly.

Our troubles never cease,

will they leave.

Widows call to husbands they can’t reach so we parked our

cars and walked the streets.

The ground is covered with fallen leaves.

My children’s eyes weep but they do not speak

Clap your hands make a show…

Go to sleep my child.

Close your tired eyes, your sins in me can you confide.

A feeble mind will be your prize.

Innocence is lost on me

Please understand I’ve become inhuman

Run while you can, there is nothing left for you.

Inch by inch we fall into

your gaze.

Holy shit, I am, the marvelous disgrace

Clap your hands make a show, let anyone know who’s watching.

You’re not a man

as I, but you’re selling what we’ve been wanting…

Such a sure sense of ones self guarded by the illusion.

Unveil your big plan,

it’s not a miracle, you crib to feed the coffin

Please understand I’ve become inhuman

Run while you can, there is nothing left for you.

Inch by inch we fall into

your gaze.

Holy shit, I am, the marvelous disgrace