Prospekt's March Songtext

Smoke is risin' from the houses
People bury in their dead
I asked somebody what the time is
but time doesn't matter to them yet
People talking without speaking
tryin' to take what they can get
I ask you if you remember
Prospekt how could I forget
Drums
here it comes!
Don't you wish your life could be as simple
as fish swimming in a barrel
when you've got the gun
oh and I run...
here it comes.
We're just two little figures in a soup bowl
tryin to get beyond a kind of control
but I wasn't one.

Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky
and here I lie on my own in a separate sky
I don't wanna die,
on my own here tonight
But here I lie on my own in a separate sky...
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