The Serfs

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God is baking bread,
Out of the dust
That I have made
Out of my trust...

Tomorrow, the seed will drop
And plant the haze
For childish hope
Yet still I want to…

PRAY
yet still I want to
PRAY

You, the supposed one
The sinking sun
You're no fun
You are God to none
In this waiting hour
You are so sweet and sour
You got no real power!

Again, this rotten hope
An enima
For those who know,
We are afraid...

My friends, dripping down the block
Fade with every thought
Walking by the clock
Of tragic déjà-vu

Yes, yes, come…
(PRAY)

All done in vain,
Down the drain
Hold these minerals
Try to take them away
All in vain
Down the drain
At the end of each day

Yet still I want to
PRAY
And still I want to
PRAY

All done in vain,
Down the drain
Hold these cigarettes
Try to take them away
All in vain
Down the drain
At the end of each
Day

You, the supposed one
The sinking sun
You're no fun
You are god to none
In this waiting hour
You are so sweet and sour
You only devour

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from Cycle One, released December 4, 2010
Music by Zygote
Lyrics by Vuk Babovic & Igor Kozic

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