Theset – Letras de A Man Of Industrial Strength

Let me begin just by saying
Simply put we're not what we seem
The disagreement between your heart and your eyes
May agree we greet the night with greedy lips
And a taste for victory
Sporting bitter smokes and gin
We are decendants of thieves

I can't believe you go on believing what we say
With every word we cross our fingers
We're not what you read about or see on TV
We are the decendants of theives

There's gravity to my words and a south-arctic chill
Where no radiowaves ever make it
They just die in the hills
There's regret behind the smiles
Consuming every verse
The best excuse i've heard today
Is that this all could be worse

I can't believe you go on believing what we say
With every word we cross our fingers
We're not what you read about or see on TV
We are the decendants of theives

.We.Gather.Like Storm. Clouds.

I can't believe you go on believing what we say
With every word we cross our fingers
We're not what you read about or see on TV
We are the decendants of theives