Passenger Letra

Passenger (G. Sherlock) Back to top I'm a passenger in a big, bright, shiny car. but there's an otherness... acquiring all the luxuries of life, hand over fist... you're struck by the realization there's no quick fix... that's why i maintain i would shun the rold of prophet, as it would only drive me to distraction. Bitch and Breed (C. Volk) Back to top awash in artificial depth like a psychic saying nothing, new you parade aound the town, never looking down on all the people under you feet, slipping through your toes. anxious little ants, on a quest for higher meaning to fly. placing all our glory into the waking dreams of game show fame, and talk show stories people need to be backed into a corner... people bitch and breed when there's nothing else they need. meekly aquiescing lowered heads emotions lying buried cannot show, don't show distaste, put a smile on my plastic face, machine lets the mind waste. pass the time until the time is gone... walk across the road and don't look back into the open new world around the corner waiting... coming on down into your mind is a better sense of who we are and who will you be when you decide to be free... people bitch and breed into the end...