Текст песни 1,000,000 Died to Make This Sound, A Silver Mt. Zion

One million died to make this sound
Can't learn the words if you don't know the feeling
Can't get the feeling if you don't know the sound
One million died to make this sound
One million died to make this sound
Your band
You're bland
Your band is bland
Your band is bland ambition

Can't live on their remainders
We'll starve on it for sure
Their way is debt and prisons
They are burning half the world
A feast of filthy feasts, man
Stale air and dead parades
The pretense of their awful gardens
Monuments the mess they've made
Give me a goddamn shovel
I'll dig my own damn hole
We drank 'til morning made us
Then ate the shit we stole

I.S.P. - N.S.A. - C.C.T.V. - D.O.D. - D.O.J. - D.O.C.
I.D.F. - A.O.L. - A.I.P.A.C. - I.E.D - S.U.V. - MP3
I.S.P. - N.S.A. - C.C.T.V. - D.O.D. - D.O.J. - D.O.C.
I.D.F. - A.O.L. - A.I.P.A.C. - I.E.D - S.U.V. - MP3

One million died to make this sound

I learned it at 17
on drugs and well policed
It kissed me as I fell
with fists full of ringing bells
So get fast and get quick
with strung hands and swung hips
Our dreams deserve this
yeah our dreams deserve this
(silk-screen that, ye twits, across thy Internet...)
(silk-screen that, ye twits, across thy Internet...)
One million died to make this sound.