Wake of The Controversy

from The Great Rebellious by TOXOCARA

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lyrics

The controversy

Like a fist fiery in the sky
That is when the sun
Finds it’s equal

With a thundering din
Tearing tympanic membranes
Screeches in a hiss
The steamroller

And destroys...
The beauty of the bomb
The beginning of a tomb
The beauty of a bomb
In all it’s strength awaits
It’s targets
Those who are left behind
When trumpets fade, to fade away
The hiss is now, the sound of the day

Stumbling through the darkness
Heading for disaster, seeking for some raster
Crawling specks, howling winds
Through a city once of wealth and prosperity

Like a fist fiery in the sky
That is when the sun
Finds it’s equal

The beauty of the bomb
The beginning of a tomb

Dust and grit and land rejoin

The beauty of the bomb
The beginning of a tomb
The beauty of a bomb
In all it’s strength awaits
It’s targets
Those who are left behind
When trumpets fade, to fade away
The hiss is now, the sound of the day
controversy

Imposing silence, the tone in your head
Even the thought of silence is dead
When dust and grit and land will rejoin
The air that tries again, to breathe

Like a fist in the sky
Like a tomb, like catacomb
Thundering din, tympanic membranes
And destroys
Screeches in a hiss
Stumbling through the darkness
Heading for disaster
Seeking for some raster
The beauty of the bomb

HAIL INCUBUS HAIL HAIL INCUBUS
Through a city once of wealth and prosperity
Even the thought of silence is dead
Imposing silence, the tone in your head
Crawling specks, howling winds
HAIL INCUBUS HAIL HAIL INCUBUS
INCUBUS

Like a fist fiery in the sky
That is when the sun
Finds it’s equal

With a thundering din
Tearing tympanic membranes