Cicadas
(Michael Timmins, Joby Baker, Alan Anton)

Hear them buzzing in the trees?
A lot like us a dying breed.
One voice now is all we need.
Hear them buzzing in the trees.

Nothing left but empty shells.
No memory now of where we fell.
No one left to truly tell
the tale of how we truly fell.

Once again the simple truth
is crushed beneath the leather boot.
A lot like us a dying breed.

Hear them buzzing in the trees?
A lot like us a dying breed.
One voice now is all we need.
Hear them buzzing in the trees.

Nothing left but empty shells.
No memory now of where we fell.
No one one left to truly tell
the tale of how we truly fell.

No trees here to hide behind,
those big red wheels they slowly grind.

Hear them buzzing in the trees?


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Last update: April 26, 2010
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