From the recording The Late Projectionist
2011 Mass Ants Music
Music D. Smith, P. Faivre
Lyrics D. Smith
Produced by Jason Carmer
Dmitra Smith: Vox
Pascal Faivre: Guitars
Jim Valavanis: Bass
Ken Shelf: Drums
Lyrics
see them slowly drowning like dying dogs
see the castles in the air lying wasted
by all the baby-kissers with their dirty hands
they got their souls in the pockets of the syndications
no no don’t knock she don’t live there no more
oh my love these are the spoils of war
they pimped her out like a super sexy whore
oh my sugar then you know what you have to do
you felt the chill in the air for a long, long time
it cuts your flesh like a knife, like a splinter in your brain
that you don’t have to let them bleed you
see them rush and hustle like tiny ants
see the dispatch broadcast faking
when glimpses of the naked truth have been dissolved
they got the swindle down, it’s free for the takin
no no don’t knock she don’t live there no more
oh my love these are the spoils of war
they pimped her out like a super sexy whore
oh my sugar then you know what you have to do
you felt the chill in the air for a long, long time
it cuts your flesh like a knife, like a splinter in your brain
that you don’t have to let them bleed you
make them bend down, make the stand down
make them turn this around
said you don’t have to let them bleed you
you don’t have to let them bleed you
they bleed you