Sonntag - The Gun Lyrics

From high up
We see them
The mob grows and it deepens
Cursing the sad veto
They print ya
They speak ya
They light you and believe ya
Short of your earthly form
Evidence, my only lover
Where the past and future hovers
Swirling in the mass infinity
The need to survive the
Ominous, November showers
Hominids with so much power
Laughing at the tragedy in play
The need to survive the gun
Evidence, my only lover
Where the past and future hovers
Swirling in the mass, unfinished play
The need to survive the
Data rich but no one bothers
Petty fights and pseudo scholars
Laughing at the tragedy in play
The need to survive the gun