Bland Street Bloom Lyrics - Singles - Sikth

As the dove rains(x2) 

There's no ambition, told from vision 

Pre-recorded maze of wisdom 

Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling 

No ambition, plague of pidgeons 

Twisted up in your maze of wisdom 

Shake-up, make-up, fake-up 

Think you need some healing 

No ambition 

Same old wrong millenium scorn 

Maze of wisdom 

Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling 

Pretty little birds all singing in the street 

Few trees left, bare and shivering 

In this hollow bitter street 

No ambition, told from vision 

Pre-recorded maze of wisdom 

Bland Street Bloom (x5) 

As the dove rains blood (x4) 

A world of wonders 

Man-made mechanical thunders 

(dove, blood, dove, blood) 

Like stuffing a turkey 

Gutless, hollow 

Man-made premeditated hole 

Like a rock that doesn't roll 

You are the rock that doesn't roll 

Like a rock that doesn't roll 

You are the rock that doesn't roll 

Empty coal into the fruit bowl 

Become a machine 

Just one of the people 

Welcome to the middle road 

Your soul has now been scrolled. 

No backbone, just torn and thrown 

Into the show you go 

No backbone, just malignant groans 

Of what and where and now 

Of what and when and how of what 

Don't count on nothing being free 

Because when you're in the concrete sea 

Not you or me in between 

I can't stand them, I can't stand this 

About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss 

Can't wear that and you can't smoke this 

Bitter as a cold brew 

Bitter as a cold brew pint of piss 

A world of wonders 

Man-made mechanical thunders 

(dove, blood, dove, blood) 

As the dove rains blood over the streets 

Man-made mechanical thunders 

I think I've seen this thing to many times before 

Mediocrity has never been a way of life 

I've been inspired by seeing all this strife! 

Bland Street Bloom (x4) 

I can't stand them, I can't stand this 

About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss 

Can't wear that and you can't smoke this 

Bitter as a cold brew 

Bitter as a cold brew pint of piss