Song | A Thousand Roads |
Artist | Parts & Labor |
Album | Constant Future |
The pictures gather dust and acid rain | |
While you crack and scrape an accumulated stain | |
And collect refrains | |
Relaxed and prayer conditioned entertained | |
In a hand- cuffed state sideways figure eight mundane | |
But we can’t complain | |
Swim deeper bathe in overflowing drains | |
As the dried up blades piss on your parades your brain’s | |
Stuck against the grains | |
Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads | |
All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thou- sand roads | |
White field reflections yield to fedback heat | |
Has that shrinking ice got you thinking twice defeat | |
Such a warm deceit | |
Our torsos sweating more so than our minds | |
Has it always been the blind leading the blind | |
Or bleeding the blind or pleading and leading and bleeding | |
Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads | |
All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thousand roads | |
Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads | |
All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thousand roads | |
In the thinnest airs | |
We’re content to stare | |
At solar flares speaking in codes | |
Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads | |
All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thousand roads | |
Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads | |
All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thousand roads |
The pictures gather dust and acid rain | |
While you crack and scrape an accumulated stain | |
And collect refrains | |
Relaxed and prayer conditioned entertained | |
In a hand cuffed state sideways figure eight mundane | |
But we can' t complain | |
Swim deeper bathe in overflowing drains | |
As the dried up blades piss on your parades your brain' s | |
Stuck against the grains | |
Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads | |
All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thou sand roads | |
White field reflections yield to fedback heat | |
Has that shrinking ice got you thinking twice defeat | |
Such a warm deceit | |
Our torsos sweating more so than our minds | |
Has it always been the blind leading the blind | |
Or bleeding the blind or pleading and leading and bleeding | |
Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads | |
All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thousand roads | |
Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads | |
All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thousand roads | |
In the thinnest airs | |
We' re content to stare | |
At solar flares speaking in codes | |
Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads | |
All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thousand roads | |
Come on praise the progress blazed the sharpened grays of a thousand roads | |
All delays no lazy days the latent phase of a thousand roads |