Jehst - City of Industry lyrics
[Jehst - City of Industry lyrics]
Air poured
My thoughts shrouded by cloud forms
The land ravaged in the wake
Of this ground war the quintessential outlaw
Eye of the storm
My tears fall as a torrential downpour
The flood, your death wish written in blood
I came in from the cold
Clothes dripping with mud
Gripping a club, primitive
As Stig of the Dump swinging a punch
The bad seed pick of the bunch
I drink black rain
Take another swig and I'm drunk
Taste venom on the tip of my tongue
My lips cold spitting out toxins I couldn't
Dissolve or withhold
I never sold my soul for fool's gold
So I'm still free, but too numb to feel pity
Some broke down
Now the steel city's a ghost town
Snowflakes cover the ground in white carpets
Seasons of espionage as time passes
The lion hearted
Survival of the hardest artist
My open arms embrace darkness
Still craving carnage and infamy
But even parasites starve in
This carcass of industry
You can see me as cynical
Trapped in my own gothic vision
Encapsulating chaos in this composition
Calculated like the lies of a politician
Gripping the slingshot
I size up the opposition
I drop a match in the clouds
And watch the flames rise
Fire water falling from these grey skies
To painted train lines, chrome over red brick
Reflective, like a gemstone in a cesspit
Jehst gives belief to a skeptic
The truth neglected like open
Wounds that turn septic
Infected by the forked tongue of a liar
Now my thoughts are the colour of fire
And my night's spent bunnin' the kaya
Unspired by the freak show
I see ghosts dance in the
Trail of my weed smoke
My words are folklore
That survived the Cold War
New World Order and so forth
I go north, ankle deep in snowfall
Leaping over dry stone walls with a holdall
Steam clouds rise from my fiery breath
It's the last twilight before
The silence of death
My thoughts shrouded by cloud forms
The land ravaged in the wake
Of this ground war the quintessential outlaw
Eye of the storm
My tears fall as a torrential downpour
The flood, your death wish written in blood
I came in from the cold
Clothes dripping with mud
Gripping a club, primitive
As Stig of the Dump swinging a punch
The bad seed pick of the bunch
I drink black rain
Take another swig and I'm drunk
Taste venom on the tip of my tongue
My lips cold spitting out toxins I couldn't
Dissolve or withhold
I never sold my soul for fool's gold
So I'm still free, but too numb to feel pity
Some broke down
Now the steel city's a ghost town
Snowflakes cover the ground in white carpets
Seasons of espionage as time passes
The lion hearted
Survival of the hardest artist
My open arms embrace darkness
Still craving carnage and infamy
But even parasites starve in
This carcass of industry
You can see me as cynical
Trapped in my own gothic vision
Encapsulating chaos in this composition
Calculated like the lies of a politician
Gripping the slingshot
I size up the opposition
I drop a match in the clouds
And watch the flames rise
Fire water falling from these grey skies
To painted train lines, chrome over red brick
Reflective, like a gemstone in a cesspit
Jehst gives belief to a skeptic
The truth neglected like open
Wounds that turn septic
Infected by the forked tongue of a liar
Now my thoughts are the colour of fire
And my night's spent bunnin' the kaya
Unspired by the freak show
I see ghosts dance in the
Trail of my weed smoke
My words are folklore
That survived the Cold War
New World Order and so forth
I go north, ankle deep in snowfall
Leaping over dry stone walls with a holdall
Steam clouds rise from my fiery breath
It's the last twilight before
The silence of death