Music P. Faivre, S. Miller, D. Smith
Lyrics D. Smith, P. Faivre
Produced by Jason Carmer
2014 Mass Ants Music

Dmitra Smith: Vox, Keys
Pascal Faivre: Guitars
Shawn Miller: Bass
Michael Urbano: Drums, percussion

Lyrics

he wants the money, she wants to party
is it a hole or a wall? last call
nobody's on the throne just the old dirty crows
it always goes the same way

a mortal machine, disintegrating view
crown the ideal, let the cities feed
oh such brittle stars, they're heading straight for Mars
spark up the tinder, make the most before it's gone
a voice inside your head no

we just don't wanna see, I don't know why
makes me wanna scream into the sky
monkey scratches, you throw it all away

grand slam pay dirt, don't even reach those itches
a riot inside, the fire this time
oh such brittle stars, they're heading straight for Mars
spark up the tinder, make the most before it's gone
a voice inside your head no

and the people cried
they cried into the sky
but there was no one there
there was no god there
no one to save their wretched skins
we threw it all away

monkey scratches
don't even reach my itches

we don't wanna see
the monkey don't know why
makes me wanna scream into the sky
monkey scratches
you throw it all away