(Composição: Dan Searle, Sam Carter, Josh Middleton, Adam Christianson, Alex Dean) Oh, it just won't calculate, a prophecy with a twist Do you really think Christ was a capitalist? Every man for himself Let thy neighbour drown, amen So sing us a sad song So sing us to sleep 'Cause we all dance around the carousel Chewing through our tongues The discourse is dead Stood at the tip of the wing You gotta watch where you tread 'Round up the ambivalent, you mustn't sit in the shade 'Cause it's blasphemous for one to abstain from hate We're all sisters and brothers But if you're one of the others, then fuck you So sing us a sad song So sing us to sleep 'Cause we all dancе around the carousel Chewing through our tonguеs So save me the sermon You all sound the same 'Cause we all dance around the carousel Chewing through our tongues No common sense left in these empty hands Swimming towards the storm Two beating hearts, two poles apart No common sense left in these empty hands Swimming towards the storm Two beating hearts, two poles apart So sing us a sad song So sing us to sleep 'Cause we all dance around the carousel Chewing through our tongues So save me the sermon You all sound the same 'Cause we all dance around the carousel Chewing through our tongues The discourse is dead Stood at the tip of the wing You gotta watch where you tread Don't look down, let thy neighbour drown Discourse is dead
