歌词
This city is a bounded infinity, it leaves no mark upon its slate
Endlessly spinning, endlessly brimming with hate
It sings a demented ballad that pierces the very fabric of the sky
There was a time
There was a time
Where at least we had the promise of an open gate
And the blinding brilliance of a dying day
Palms of the nation
Are holding me down and squeezing me tight
Palms of the nation
I was once a decent sort of swine
We are creatures of lust and greed
In a comic opera for the ages
Without restraint, please proceed
Why wait for such illusory changes
We can't help but hate all the lies that we've overheard
And yet we search for eternity through words
Palms of the nation
Are holding me down and squeezing me tight
Palms of the nation
I was once a peaceful sort of swine
Palms of the nation
Palms of the nation
Palms... of... the... NATION