Written and performed by Drop In Elite. Artwork by Christoffer Davidsson.

Postcard from Easter Island

Johnny

Trapped upon this sinking ship
far out on the ocean
Waves of water lika a whip
Actions set in motion

Rats of high socity 
swiming in moonlight
The evening band plays quietly
overhead this grave site

Chorus:

On and on and on
the same old song is sung
by the people of the earth
but no one listens

Cities left to burning hell
Overrun by giants
Warhead mongers, trading shells 
kingdom led by tyrants

Miles and miles of desert sand
Stranded left in exile
Worldwide runs the evening song
chanting suicidal

Chorus:

On and on and on
the same old song is sung
by the people of the earth
but no one listens

Nowhere are we to be seen 
in this place of never
The price of human sacrifice
goes on and on forever

The stars of heaven shine on us
burning in the distance
Trapped upon this drifing ship
on without recistance

The Same Old War Hymn

Verse:

When we are sailing on this ship of dawn 
towards a dream of stranger places
We set our sights upon the burning sun 
Somewhere that no one can retrace us

Somewhere beyond this blackened tapestry 
We lie in mist of smoke and mirrors 
We cast our souls into insanity 
to be consumed of sinful rivers 


Bridge:

There is an eye in the sky 
On the last night of summer 
You may see us 
A flash of white


Chorus:

Like the birds returning home 
when seasons come to pass 
So are we returning here 
From the present to the past

When the heaven turns to light 
A reflection of our souls 
We must never hide our dark (side) 
If we ever to be whole

Whole

Blue-Ringed Octopus

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