Letra da Música The Men Who Live Upstairs de The Most Serene Republic

Behavior lies in the food we eat,
insipid sedatives.
Much of all those cloy chemicals are building up to give...
uncontrolled division of cells from the men who live upstairs.
Drowning us in saturation, for all minds to hum the same.

This deducer of lives is not a being, but profused meaning.

Sleeping during the day.
Why lack of living from what we're eating?
Go and be on your way, enter the tainment, dependent thought sent.
Lion's share of the whites is sleeping the thoughts with skin.
The next not physical fights, but will against stolid sin.

One time, let me take my memories for all time.

Heed the words of an author,
art of surfeit has hunger,
ours be taken away.
Heed the words of an author,
art of surfeit has hunger,
ours be taken away.
Who needs to do much more
then eat, sleep and
race through chores
then fight preservatives
and lose one day.