It's what we convey!!!
Bite your lips with teeth kicked in…
The taste of heroin is so, addicting…
Gimme a healthy hygiene…
Mouthwash it all clear and clean…
Disarm republics…Mobilize the suffixes…The citizens of politrix…
Protest the manifestos titled and published…
Oh, factories you've poisoned me with suffocating tendencies…
Have you found what your looking for?…
Bottoms up Florida!
Count every criminal per capita…Compliment yourself on your success…
Of profiting from whom you have oppressed…
A thieves is make you make yourself…
A Diplomat, Bureaucrat, Loyalist , Priest…
Promise me a better tomorrow…
Build me a power plant, right outside for my window view…
Lead me and I'll follow…
Saw down every branch of oxygen…Gimme cancerous substances…
Radiate me with chemical catastrophe…
I'm still searching, can't seem to find what I'm looking for…
Bottoms up Florida!
Thicken my breath, black lung's in affect…
Choke me with smoke stack fumes…Impossible to filter or avoid…
It's all around…It's our death…Circulating…Devastating…
Purify my H2O, Drown me in Bottled Water…
And soon we'll wash ashore…Thinking you've heard this all before…
But there's more…
These skeletons in my closet are safer in there then I am in the outside…
Pursue...proceed…I swear I'll grab a hold…
This Strontium 90 sickens me till the excuse unfold…
Where is romance?…Where are the sensational feelings?…
Have you found what your looking for?…
We all wanted more and that's for sure…
"What We Convey"
Diego.de.Souza
(This song was written about the nuclear waste facilities in Florida…Strontium 90)
Bite your lips with teeth kicked in…
The taste of heroin is so, addicting…
Gimme a healthy hygiene…
Mouthwash it all clear and clean…
Disarm republics…Mobilize the suffixes…The citizens of politrix…
Protest the manifestos titled and published…
Oh, factories you've poisoned me with suffocating tendencies…
Have you found what your looking for?…
Bottoms up Florida!
Count every criminal per capita…Compliment yourself on your success…
Of profiting from whom you have oppressed…
A thieves is make you make yourself…
A Diplomat, Bureaucrat, Loyalist , Priest…
Promise me a better tomorrow…
Build me a power plant, right outside for my window view…
Lead me and I'll follow…
Saw down every branch of oxygen…Gimme cancerous substances…
Radiate me with chemical catastrophe…
I'm still searching, can't seem to find what I'm looking for…
Bottoms up Florida!
Thicken my breath, black lung's in affect…
Choke me with smoke stack fumes…Impossible to filter or avoid…
It's all around…It's our death…Circulating…Devastating…
Purify my H2O, Drown me in Bottled Water…
And soon we'll wash ashore…Thinking you've heard this all before…
But there's more…
These skeletons in my closet are safer in there then I am in the outside…
Pursue...proceed…I swear I'll grab a hold…
This Strontium 90 sickens me till the excuse unfold…
Where is romance?…Where are the sensational feelings?…
Have you found what your looking for?…
We all wanted more and that's for sure…
"What We Convey"
Diego.de.Souza
(This song was written about the nuclear waste facilities in Florida…Strontium 90)