| All in all it's no one's fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls. Blame it on all chemical intercourse. The swallowed seeds of arrogance breeding in the thoughts of ten-thousand fools that fight irrelevance. The full moon is dead skin. The one down here's wearing thin. So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in. Like a ball that's spinning. Bombs dropping down overhead. Undergound. It's instilled to want to live. Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our home town in our insignificance. "Turn up the jukebox," he said. Dancing in irreverence. Play C-3. Let the song protest. The plates begin to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in. I was alone and far away, hey. When I heard the band start playing. On the lip they take off. Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground. It's instilled to want to live. Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our home town in our insignificance. Oh, in our insignificance, oh. |
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| 'Insignificance' is one of those songs that makes me get the stalking effecting going on. What the hell's a stalking effect you ask? Animalistic charm! It's really a down and out wild, feral type of song in my opinion. |
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