Sounds Of Swami - Gla**roots lyrics

You feed the gra** It grows so long and cuts like gla** I can't believe the sting of these derelict hives Inorganic and weeded, left barely alive You await your instruction but for now here is mine You're wearing the heart but you won't cross the line Here's your cue A windless monsoon Clones in disguise, seen through open eyes Are displays of emotion articulating no real feeling Over the counter culture replaces Real roots are exchanged for converse trainers Rockstar poses and straight edge feigners Top man, top dog, top trumps (con...) Of well placed fasion (...verse...) Of mindless pa**ion (...this!) Won't matter when you jump ship The dead famous and the dead nameless You pray, you sin, whilst spitting at the wind This progress report states that you're full of sh** I decline, I won't chow down at your table Well trained eyes, can't rock the boat if it's this stable You are not Guy Fawkes and you've got no plot You're not Robin Hood, when will it drop? You can't move from that spot I lick these wounds and groom these paws As I see Che spread around the shops These money spiders spin their webs And bottle idol sweat They keep pushing further on I question myself too but I say nothing burns like the truth: You're drowning gra** roots You burn the gra** You seive the ground And dance in the ash