Sikth

Sikth - Bland Street Bloom lyrics

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There's no ambition, Told from vision 

Pre-recorded maze of wisdom 

Bland street bloom. A Moronic Feeling 



No ambition, plague of pigeons 

Twisted in your maze of wisdom 

Shake-up, Make-up, Fake-Up 

Think you need some healing 

No ambition 

Same old wrong millenium scorn 

Maze of wisdom 

Bland street bloom. A moronic feeling 



Pretty little birds all singing in the street 

Few trees left. Bare and shivering 

In this hollow bitter street 



No ambition, told from vision 

Pre-recorded maze of wisdom 

Bland street bloom 

Bland street bloom 

Bland street bloom (as the) 

Bland street bloom 

Bland street bloom (as the) 

As the dove rains blood 

As the dove rains blood 

As the dove rains blood 

As the dove rains blood 



A world of wonders 

man-made mechanical thunders 

(dove, blood, dove, blood) 



Like stuffing in a turkey 

Gutless. Hollow. 

Man-made premeditated hole 

Like a rock that doesn't roll 

You are the rock that doesn't roll 

Like a rock that doesn't roll 

You are the rock that doesn't roll 

Empty coal into the fruit bowl 

Become a Machine 

Just one of the people 

Welcome to the middle road 

Your soul has now been scrolled 



No Backbone, just torn and thrown 

into the snow you go 

No backbone, just mallignant groans 

Of what and where and now 

Of what and when and how of what. 

Don't count on nothing being free 

Because when you're in the concrete sea 

Not you or me or in between 



I can't stand them. I can't stand this. 

About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss 

Can't wear that and you can't smoke this. 

As bitter as a cold brew 

Bitter as a cold brew pint of piss 



A world of wonders 

man-made mechanical thunders 

(dove, rains, blood) 



As the dove rains blood over the streets 

man-made mechanical thunders 





I think i've seen this kind of thing too many times before 



Mediocrity has never been a way of live 

I've been inspired by seeing all this strife 



Bland Street Bloom, Bland Street Bloom 

Bland Street Bloom, Bland Street Bloom 



I can't stand them. I can't stand this. 

About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss 

Can't wear that and you can't smoke this. 

As bitter as a cold brew 

Bitter as a cold brew pint of piss
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Language: English

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