The ocean's swelling at the rate of the rising sun
We'll run to the highlands, to a diseased ambition
Now they're drowning, in their own decadence,
Choking on emptiness, flooded with ignorance
(No one will know what has been lost)
Everything Devo Ever Dreamed OfThe ocean's swelling at the rate of the rising sun We'll run to the highlands, to a diseased ambition Now they're drowning, in their own decadence, Choking on emptiness, flooded with ignorance (No one will know what has been lost) |