Texty piesní Hunters & Collectors

Hunters & Collectors

Higher Plane

Natural selection, too cruel to be kind

Final solution of your devious mind

Into the darkness, a caveman leading the blind

No reason to suffer while the violins sing

For a while you were flattered

We crowned you a king, runaway legend

You shredded and carved everything.

Oh we were shocked by the power of your tongue

Destruction has left you uncomfortably numb

You feel it in your fingers, you feel it in your thumb

As you grind in the dust like Genghis Khan

I'm going back to your room again

To bask in the glory of your sickening fame

Sick on the stairs I'm a link in the chain

All the way home to your higher plane

Everyday gossip, I heard what they said

About you and the possum, and the magic in bed

Neanderthal lover

Your holiness was born and bred

Like beggars of madness, they silently starve

Digging ditches while you twisted and carved

Never apologise, you will never give in.

Oh... it's not the state of the nation

It's the taste of the sin

Come on all ye servants, it's time to begin

Oh the ritual sacrifice, the novelty is wearing thin.

I'm going back to your room again

To bask in the glory of your sickening fame

Searching for the secret's going to drive me insane

All the way home to your higher plane

Higher plane

Higher plane

I'm going back to your room again

To bask in the glory of your sickening fame

Sick on the stairs and the link in the chain

Oh some day she's gonna drive you insane

I'm going back to your room again

To bask in the glory of your sickening fame

Searching for the secret's going to drive me insane

All the way home to your higher plane