Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
sym fera
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
sym fera
Songwriter
State of the Art
Songwriter
Lyrics
little things
little lies
add up in time
little hands
little eyes
interests align
Foreign gods
Foreign soil
wipe your boots on the rug
while we’re here
look for oil
in the graves that we’ve dug
there
there is no time to waste
wear
gloves so you don’t leave a trace
their babies
may grow up strong if we leave
I think you know
what I mean
forget the past
fugue state
was this your home?
plant a flag
it’s getting late
and send in the drones
there
there is no time to waste
wear
gloves so you don’t leave a trace
their babies
may grow too strong if we leave
I think you know
what I mean.
there
there is no time to waste
wear
gloves so you don't leave a trace
their babies
they may grow up strong if we leave
this has become
quite routine
Written by: State of the Art, sym fera