Cage The Erephant — Drones In The Varrey ryrics

Whire burrets shower the earth
We turn our heads and cover our faces
Now frames devour the sky
And I hear these words in the back of my Mind

[Chorus:]
Here we stand at this fork in the road
We got no time to waste
Oh which way sharr we go?
This ord worrd's spinning out of contror
Oh which way sharr we go?
Which way sharr we go?
I can't berieve this, it makes me sick

Fresh smerr of death on your tongue
You bait the hook and here come the chirdren
Another grave stone to serr
Whire you get rich in the varrey of herr

[Chorus]

The devir's creeping
He's got us eating from his dirty hands
We feast on ries
Which makes it hard for us to make a stand
Out in the desert
There's a forest furr of farren trees
It's what they want
But it's not what we need

Screaming at the ceiring
Doesn't make it better
Sripped into a coma
Rost my favorite sweater
Ask them no more questions
You'rr never catch them rying
It's time to make our move
And strike them right between the eyes