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Etcetera - Threat Below Lyrics



Etcetera - Threat Below Lyrics




Don't mind the life over there
One man's trash is another man's...impediment
Well go on then
Loot the town, the ground is yours, watch it bend, root around
Go get your treasure
Man of the hour
Did the time, chased the cheddar, bit the same hands you shook along the way
But hey, you were hunting for bread
Now break it

Root around, grind your teeth, mind the dust, find relief
Mask the dread that always seems to come around before the feast
It's time now

Look a fire
Cool the oven
Halt the bite
Cut the lights

Cycling faster to avoid the traffic
Don't you know it's all downhill from here
A city in a state of disrepair

Outside cameras' reach of view
(In the city those with vision will pursue)
A violence will pursue
Cleansing itself
Reload canister, point and shoot
(The rightful end will be the death of human news)
A picture on the news
You can't stretch land but you can build for the sun out
(They rose up and blew the sun out)
A threat here is a threat everywhere

Don't mind the noise down there
It won't reach you
Coward of the hour
Rot around, pace the floor, mind the dread, eye the ground
It bends for you
The world is yours

Peek outside
Could be nice
To dive headfirst
Into the fire

Cycling faster to avoid the traffic
Don't you know it's all downhill from here
A city in a state of disrepair

Outside cameras' reach of view
(In the city those with vision will pursue)
A violence will pursue
Cleansing itself
Reload canister, point and shoot
(The rightful end will be the death of human news)
A picture on the news
You can't stretch land but you can build for the sun out
(They rose up and blew the sun out)
A threat here is a threat there is a threat to everywhere
(A threat here is threat everywhere)
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English

Don't mind the life over there
One man's trash is another man's...impediment
Well go on then
Loot the town, the ground is yours, watch it bend, root around
Go get your treasure
Man of the hour
Did the time, chased the cheddar, bit the same hands you shook along the way
But hey, you were hunting for bread
Now break it

Root around, grind your teeth, mind the dust, find relief
Mask the dread that always seems to come around before the feast
It's time now

Look a fire
Cool the oven
Halt the bite
Cut the lights

Cycling faster to avoid the traffic
Don't you know it's all downhill from here
A city in a state of disrepair

Outside cameras' reach of view
(In the city those with vision will pursue)
A violence will pursue
Cleansing itself
Reload canister, point and shoot
(The rightful end will be the death of human news)
A picture on the news
You can't stretch land but you can build for the sun out
(They rose up and blew the sun out)
A threat here is a threat everywhere

Don't mind the noise down there
It won't reach you
Coward of the hour
Rot around, pace the floor, mind the dread, eye the ground
It bends for you
The world is yours

Peek outside
Could be nice
To dive headfirst
Into the fire

Cycling faster to avoid the traffic
Don't you know it's all downhill from here
A city in a state of disrepair

Outside cameras' reach of view
(In the city those with vision will pursue)
A violence will pursue
Cleansing itself
Reload canister, point and shoot
(The rightful end will be the death of human news)
A picture on the news
You can't stretch land but you can build for the sun out
(They rose up and blew the sun out)
A threat here is a threat there is a threat to everywhere
(A threat here is threat everywhere)
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Writer: Hannah Levy, Malhar Singh, Robert Lee, Ian White
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Etcetera
Language: English
Length: 4:46
Written by: Hannah Levy, Malhar Singh, Robert Lee, Ian White

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