Antarctica Is Everywhere - Mountain Man

«The world is loaded, hope against hope

Ghost-sick for a god at the end of a rope»

Hide your habits littered with rot

They’re wasting away and then falling apart

There’s jesus-freaks that line up the town

Ghost-sick for a god but it won’t make a sound

The emptiness that fills up the floor, soaking up the streets of unholy blood

«The dead are bored of lying in the dirt

Lying on their tax-returns and turning into earth»

«Empty grows in every bed»

«Who's fucked and who’s fucking?

It’s the old in and out again»