The Scandel 2547 Minutes Lyrics

Sick of astrophied joints.
We creak until the marrow becomes fluid.
Of bleeding out fingers and leaving no trail.
Feet tied, racing mind.
Mouth gagged, wrists strain without avail.
We braces our backs against the cold, watch breath steam, crystal fail.
The city's mountain rears, we settle in again.
As the mist drains through our vallys, we steel legs for another three years.
This island groans under white-collar coffers. Streets constrict, mains restrict our path.
These flares aren't getting through.
This time we're in for the roughest strains yet, thanks to an ignorant miser at the helm.
A fire-headed swine with a heart of lead.