Eleutheria
๐ต 1037 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:00 duration
๐ ID: 6696778
๐ Lyrics
There are stings strung from a hand,
They extend to every point across this land.
And the ants keep moving fast,
They just blink and nod while miracles slip past.
There's a face, unearthly clean,
That stares up at me from every magazine.
Computer screens and concrete lines,
I think I might let my subscription slide.
There's this song stuck in my brain,
With the unrelenting pulse of the inane.
And the words go tra-la-la,
Tra-la-la-la tra-la-la-la la-da-da.
There's a tick, and there's a tock.
They pursue like Hare Krishnas while I walk.
Storefront signs broadcast the time,
I think I might let my subscription slide.
There are words hung in the sky,
That the crazy children hum while they walk by.
Human souls on sale for dimes,
In a game of chutes and ladders run by mimes.
There's this voice, it won't shut up.
Says I should spill my juice and overflow the cup.
You've got rules, and I've got mine.
I think I might let my subscription slide.
There are rules, and we all subscribe.
I think I'm gonna let my subscription slide.
They extend to every point across this land.
And the ants keep moving fast,
They just blink and nod while miracles slip past.
There's a face, unearthly clean,
That stares up at me from every magazine.
Computer screens and concrete lines,
I think I might let my subscription slide.
There's this song stuck in my brain,
With the unrelenting pulse of the inane.
And the words go tra-la-la,
Tra-la-la-la tra-la-la-la la-da-da.
There's a tick, and there's a tock.
They pursue like Hare Krishnas while I walk.
Storefront signs broadcast the time,
I think I might let my subscription slide.
There are words hung in the sky,
That the crazy children hum while they walk by.
Human souls on sale for dimes,
In a game of chutes and ladders run by mimes.
There's this voice, it won't shut up.
Says I should spill my juice and overflow the cup.
You've got rules, and I've got mine.
I think I might let my subscription slide.
There are rules, and we all subscribe.
I think I'm gonna let my subscription slide.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:13.27] There are stings strung from a hand,
[00:19.62] They extend to every point across this land.
[00:27.03] And the ants keep moving fast,
[00:33.43] They just blink and nod while miracles slip past.
[00:40.88] There's a face, unearthly clean,
[00:47.35] That stares up at me from every magazine.
[00:53.79] Computer screens and concrete lines,
[01:00.24] I think I might let my subscription slide.
[01:19.80] There's this song stuck in my brain,
[01:26.17] With the unrelenting pulse of the inane.
[01:32.68] And the words go tra-la-la,
[01:38.18] Tra-la-la-la tra-la-la-la la-da-da.
[01:45.50] There's a tick, and there's a tock.
[01:51.93] They pursue like Hare Krishnas while I walk.
[01:58.47] Storefront signs broadcast the time,
[02:04.86] I think I might let my subscription slide.
[03:01.96] There are words hung in the sky,
[03:07.41] That the crazy children hum while they walk by.
[03:13.84] Human souls on sale for dimes,
[03:20.32] In a game of chutes and ladders run by mimes.
[03:27.67] There's this voice, it won't shut up.
[03:33.11] Says I should spill my juice and overflow the cup.
[03:39.65] You've got rules, and I've got mine.
[03:46.08] I think I might let my subscription slide.
[04:29.33] There are rules, and we all subscribe.
[04:34.90] I think I'm gonna let my subscription slide.
[04:43.15]
[00:19.62] They extend to every point across this land.
[00:27.03] And the ants keep moving fast,
[00:33.43] They just blink and nod while miracles slip past.
[00:40.88] There's a face, unearthly clean,
[00:47.35] That stares up at me from every magazine.
[00:53.79] Computer screens and concrete lines,
[01:00.24] I think I might let my subscription slide.
[01:19.80] There's this song stuck in my brain,
[01:26.17] With the unrelenting pulse of the inane.
[01:32.68] And the words go tra-la-la,
[01:38.18] Tra-la-la-la tra-la-la-la la-da-da.
[01:45.50] There's a tick, and there's a tock.
[01:51.93] They pursue like Hare Krishnas while I walk.
[01:58.47] Storefront signs broadcast the time,
[02:04.86] I think I might let my subscription slide.
[03:01.96] There are words hung in the sky,
[03:07.41] That the crazy children hum while they walk by.
[03:13.84] Human souls on sale for dimes,
[03:20.32] In a game of chutes and ladders run by mimes.
[03:27.67] There's this voice, it won't shut up.
[03:33.11] Says I should spill my juice and overflow the cup.
[03:39.65] You've got rules, and I've got mine.
[03:46.08] I think I might let my subscription slide.
[04:29.33] There are rules, and we all subscribe.
[04:34.90] I think I'm gonna let my subscription slide.
[04:43.15]