An orange balloon floats over the moon
And is held by an old, white string
The schoolyards gaze at an old white rage
While the rest of us hope it will burst
The bigger it gets, the more I fill with regrets and with fear
I am paralyzed
Oh, why
Do we laugh at this ignorant crass that reminds me so much of 1939?
The whole world dangles
From an old white string
I look on eclipsed as
I can't change a goddamn thing
Opprobrium
The monuments stand on the hallowed lands
Where the soil is forever unchanged
Now sow as we might, forever maniac
What grows here will also always be the same
The whole world dangles
From an old white string
I look on eclipsed as
I can't change a goddamn thing
Opprobrium
Matt Holubowski - Opprobrium Lyrics
Matt Holubowski - Opprobrium Lyrics
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An orange balloon floats over the moon
And is held by an old, white string
The schoolyards gaze at an old white rage
While the rest of us hope it will burst
The bigger it gets, the more I fill with regrets and with fear
I am paralyzed
Oh, why
Do we laugh at this ignorant crass that reminds me so much of 1939?
The whole world dangles
From an old white string
I look on eclipsed as
I can't change a goddamn thing
Opprobrium
The monuments stand on the hallowed lands
Where the soil is forever unchanged
Now sow as we might, forever maniac
What grows here will also always be the same
The whole world dangles
From an old white string
I look on eclipsed as
I can't change a goddamn thing
Opprobrium
And is held by an old, white string
The schoolyards gaze at an old white rage
While the rest of us hope it will burst
The bigger it gets, the more I fill with regrets and with fear
I am paralyzed
Oh, why
Do we laugh at this ignorant crass that reminds me so much of 1939?
The whole world dangles
From an old white string
I look on eclipsed as
I can't change a goddamn thing
Opprobrium
The monuments stand on the hallowed lands
Where the soil is forever unchanged
Now sow as we might, forever maniac
What grows here will also always be the same
The whole world dangles
From an old white string
I look on eclipsed as
I can't change a goddamn thing
Opprobrium
Writer: Mathieu Holubowski
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing