SIKTH - Bland Street Bloom

Sikth - Bland Street Bloom
As the dove rains
There's no ambition, told from vision Pre-recorded maze of wisdom Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling
No ambition, plague of pidgeons
Twisted up in your maze of wisdom
Shake-up, make-up, fake-up
Think you need some healing
No ambition
Same old wrong millenium scorn
Maze of wisdom
Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling
Pretty little birds all singing in the street Few trees left, bare and shivering In this hollow bitter street
No ambition, told from vision
Pre-recorded maze of wisdom
Bland Street Bloom
As the dove rains blood
A world of wonders Man-made mechanical thunders (dove, blood, dove, blood)
Like stuffing a turkey
Gutless, hollow
Man-made premeditated hole
Like a rock that doesn't roll You are the rock that doesn't roll Like a rock that doesn't roll You are the rock that doesn't roll Empty coal into the fruit bowl Become a machine Just one of the people Welcome to the middle road Your soul has now been scrolled.
No backbone, just torn and thrown
Into the show you go
No backbone, just malignant groans
Of what and where and now
Of what and when and how of what
Don't count on nothing being free
Because when you're in the concrete sea
Not you or me in between
I can't stand them, I can't stand this About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss Can't wear that and you can't smoke this Bitter as a cold brew Bitter as a cold brew pint of piss A world of wonders
Man-made mechanical thunders
(dove, blood, dove, blood)
As the dove rains blood over the streets Man-made mechanical thunders I think I've seen this thing to many times before Mediocrity has never been a way of life I've been inspired by seeing all this strife!
Bland Street Bloom
I can't stand them, I can't stand this About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss Can't wear that and you can't smoke this Bitter as a cold brew Bitter as a cold brew pint of piss