Testo I Ask Why Robert Schilling
And theyâre dying
What you read
Moments from the end
And theyâre dying
From their wine
Proof that theyâre dead
Whisper, youâre feeding the brain
Information, what you read today
Olive oil, rubbed from the trees
Heard in the distance, Shotgun Memories
Banner air of angelâs desperate wings
Boy these boys can fly
Brought together for the summer sing
Diplomas hang from the laurels theyâve achieved
Every man forgets their mastery
Pass the rage in their direction
Shoot the coils from your veins
Snap of faith with indecision
Load the gun, disdain the game