Dead Horizon from Modern Man by Benjamin Folke Thomas

Beyond the dead horizon
Dreams float upon a breeze
Rays of light they shimmer like tear drops
As the sun explodes into the sea
Somewhere I swear I can hear a trio playing
In some desserted bar they’re turning twelves around
So diluted and distorted
Smells of blood and piss when bad blues is all there is

Don’t let it bring you down tonight

Yes I’ve seen this place before
I remember how the cavalry marched in
I saw their flags and how they rose from the ruins
Now they’re digging up the rebels graves just to bury them again
Theres a gang of convicts dumping rubble in the river
Formed of men that once served in the army of Barabbas
Fooled by the pious glory of weaponized victory
Only the fools ever thought that their success would last

Don’t let it bring you down tonight

Former leaders of the axis of evil
In this new world order they’re free to congregate
With blue bloods and black shirts
They sing now in harmony
The blood of their past has been drained
And their faces have changed
What’s an old world today might be a new world tomorrow
For their riches they want you to make the ultimate sacrifice
They put up their signs showing the road to deliverance
Thats how they came conquered and colonized a fools paradise

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