Wrung - Telethon

Wrung - Telethon

  • Year of release: 2017
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 8:11

Below is the lyrics of the song Wrung , artist - Telethon with translation

Lyrics " Wrung "

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Wrung

Telethon

Don’t it always seem to go

We press and we obsess about the things that we can’t know

Finding answers nested eventually

Never end up phrased the way we hoped that they would be

In thirty days, mankind will be erased

You can try to render sensical but it leaves a funny taste

Because everything’s been leading up to this point

Watch everything get thrown into the void and destroyed

At a thousand miles an hour

The days that you spent shopping, sleeping, and smoking pot

Seem impossible now

At least you figured it out

So as I stated earlier, I know

How it’s all going to happen

But no concept of where I’ll go after

Calming, but help me along

What can I say to the regions beyond?

«It's really been a long while.

Was hoping we could catch up at some point soon

Will await your reply.

P. S. Send a little sunlight won’t you?»

Shit!

Up the steps into the church on down my street

Everybody’s strolling easy

These people don’t mind, no, they’re not worried about nothing

Got a grip on their existentiality

And ooh, ooh, I bet if they knew

Their time was running out so quickly

They’d remain stoic, some would probably be happy

They’d make believers out of anyone

Might make a believer out of me

Have I got this wrong?

Been mistaken about it all along

Have I got this all wrong?

Is this the ticket to keeping on the keeping on?

Did I have it wrong now, baby, or am I stuck repeating a line?

Salvation.

Paradise.

But are they mine?

I’m open to the experience of dying

Other topics are rattling in my mind

If Hell’s not real, then why am I afraid of going?

If God’s not real, then why do I still apologize to it?

At the core, a young man got exactly what he asked for

A young man feels remorse because what he then found out

Is the core of the earth will soon abruptly cease its spinning

There’s terror in unknowing

There’s more in what’s in store

This will be five dark weeks of questioning my judgment

Rewinding reminders from the heart

The pitch black holes of hindsight, do I trust them?

Been hearing false reminders from the start

Stop making sense there’s none in there to find

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