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In the business of burning my bridges,
Burning your bridges down.
In the business of painting your pictures,
Painting your pictures down.
In the business of forcing compliance,
of faking the science. Chin up.
Breed the famine, the wheat and the hungry,
the flies on their stomach. Chin up.

You're standing down here,
Yet you're pointing up there,
Saying that you can be heard.
But the crowd is all deaf
and these fools are all blind
and their luck will soon end, they don't know.

In the business of preaching my fiction,
of forcing convictions about.
In the business of stripping down pictures,
of burning these witches down.
Form the hatred, two men aren't to claim it.
I say that it's sacred, chin up to the sky.

You're standing down here,
Yet you're pointing up there,
Saying that you can be heard.
But the crowd is all deaf
and these fools are all blind
and their luck will soon end, they don't know.

You're standing down here,
Yet you're pointing up there,
Saying that you can be heard.
But the crowd is all deaf
and these fools are all blind
and their luck will soon end, they don't know.

They all think we are free.

credits

from The Hungry Mile (Demo), released April 23, 2012
Music by The Hungry Mile
Lyrics by Chris Williamson
Performed by The Hungry Mile
Drums and vocals recorded by Lucius Borich @ Keysound Studio, Sydney
All other instruments recorded by The Hungry Mile @ Sweatbox Studio
Mixed and Mastered by Dave Hammer @ Def Wolf Studio

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