Dust Lyrics

Ataxia - Dust

Some of the chances we take,

To make the money we make.

Manufacturing disease

The creature we can see

I'm pleased it some other day

And I've got something to say

You don't need love

So get under the rock

Now now now now,

I have a mutated brain

It is the form that's been made

You got for broke

With your prog rock show

Don't you know what I mean?

The sick things that I've seen

When you don't fall down

There's a piercing sound

It was the sky that we learned

That we're to spy on the bird

The clouds all feel

Where we don't feel real

ints

It was implied to make a caption

"It's a pain world", is her reaction

We've answered why it's not been action

we blow the ghosts, is this our faction

This was the movie we made

And we were shooting to fate

We gather dust when you said it's a must

And in the end that we shake

It is the function that's fake

We don't feel real

You don't know how it feels

Now, we've given up a lot

And we've gone right past the spot

We're fueled inside

It's the must that we hide

We blow the ghosts, is this our faction

Now, I have a mutated brain

Blow

~Q~