Pythons Awake

Bad enough i bought into that bit
Yeah, my hometown was an untapped oil field
Storing profits, those wallets begged for change
And everyone’s growing up just the same
Pedestal-placement-preaching
No, that isn’t love, that’s just called insecurity
Jump that ship it’s sinking
You might float to the top, but you’ll never be credible
On your feet, on the ground
How to see it coming, how to see it after
On your feet and on the ground
How to see it coming, how to spot it faster
Ride it out, write it down then crumble up that paper
Along with your career you steer down dead end streets
Those sounds have gotten stale and tired
Running from every critique
They’re nervous and sweating, waiting for all to explode
In your face, in your hands
How to see it coming, how to see it after
In your face and in your hands
How to see it coming, how to spot it faster
(Merci à talleux pour cettes paroles)