They're saying
This changes everything
They're saying this changes the rules of the game
And fixes our compasses
Uncalibrated by greed and flesh
Since time immemorial
They're saying, blowing their horns
Gathering 'round the old machine's broken motor
And taking their hats off
This changes everything
This will wake us from the dream
As if now we knew something we ignored before
As if there had been any sort of revelation
As if we didn't share that same thirst of expansion
Blind, stubborn, impervious to reason
With the virus that has put us on pause
This ain't more than a hiatus
This changes nothing
Shut up with those promises
Alcoholics on a bad hangover
Fake repentance
A wife-beater's promises of love
This will change us as much as the Spanish flu
And the two world wars
This is barely a slap on the wrist
With the flames from the last corpse we burn
We'll light up those torches to continue
With our lynching procession
Lions would do it if they could
Cockroaches would do it if they could
Rats are probably planning it
We will endure
Still coughing
We'll climb behind the wheel and step on it
Limping, on crutches, with kidney failure
Half crazy and fully armed
We're gonna drag ourselves from under this cloud
Alive
Glorious
Everything but repented
To keep devouring each other
The businessmen will do it for a few lousy coins
And true artists... for the sheer pleasure of doing it
The Broken Monks - Hiatus Lyrics
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They're saying
This changes everything
They're saying this changes the rules of the game
And fixes our compasses
Uncalibrated by greed and flesh
Since time immemorial
They're saying, blowing their horns
Gathering 'round the old machine's broken motor
And taking their hats off
This changes everything
This will wake us from the dream
As if now we knew something we ignored before
As if there had been any sort of revelation
As if we didn't share that same thirst of expansion
Blind, stubborn, impervious to reason
With the virus that has put us on pause
This ain't more than a hiatus
This changes nothing
Shut up with those promises
Alcoholics on a bad hangover
Fake repentance
A wife-beater's promises of love
This will change us as much as the Spanish flu
And the two world wars
This is barely a slap on the wrist
With the flames from the last corpse we burn
We'll light up those torches to continue
With our lynching procession
Lions would do it if they could
Cockroaches would do it if they could
Rats are probably planning it
We will endure
Still coughing
We'll climb behind the wheel and step on it
Limping, on crutches, with kidney failure
Half crazy and fully armed
We're gonna drag ourselves from under this cloud
Alive
Glorious
Everything but repented
To keep devouring each other
The businessmen will do it for a few lousy coins
And true artists... for the sheer pleasure of doing it
This changes everything
They're saying this changes the rules of the game
And fixes our compasses
Uncalibrated by greed and flesh
Since time immemorial
They're saying, blowing their horns
Gathering 'round the old machine's broken motor
And taking their hats off
This changes everything
This will wake us from the dream
As if now we knew something we ignored before
As if there had been any sort of revelation
As if we didn't share that same thirst of expansion
Blind, stubborn, impervious to reason
With the virus that has put us on pause
This ain't more than a hiatus
This changes nothing
Shut up with those promises
Alcoholics on a bad hangover
Fake repentance
A wife-beater's promises of love
This will change us as much as the Spanish flu
And the two world wars
This is barely a slap on the wrist
With the flames from the last corpse we burn
We'll light up those torches to continue
With our lynching procession
Lions would do it if they could
Cockroaches would do it if they could
Rats are probably planning it
We will endure
Still coughing
We'll climb behind the wheel and step on it
Limping, on crutches, with kidney failure
Half crazy and fully armed
We're gonna drag ourselves from under this cloud
Alive
Glorious
Everything but repented
To keep devouring each other
The businessmen will do it for a few lousy coins
And true artists... for the sheer pleasure of doing it
Writer: JUAN GAVIRIA
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