Dead Industrial Atmosphere
Leatherface Lyrics

There's dark satanic mills and there's green and pleasant hills
There's both industrial and natural landscapes in this area.

Could be riding through Lancashire with all it's Witchcraft dead industrial air
The air quality in Lancashire is similar to that of witchcraft - dead and unnatural.

You can hear a melancholy desert song
There's a sad feeling in the air.

And smell George Orwell as a funeral goes on
Death and oppression are pervasive themes.

There's plenty with a license to prostitute
Corruption and exploitation are rampant.

And room to develop the ultimate building
There's a focus on materialism and progress at any cost.

The air in here is dead industrial and so austere
The atmosphere is bleak and artificial.

The air round here smells of religion and Vauxies beer
There's a strong presence of both religion and alcohol in the area.

We are this world we watch the sands drain from our hands
We are a part of this world and time is always slipping away.

We're naive but happy or so it seems
Ignorance is bliss, at least on the surface.

We've all seen the big red bus faces gazing expressionless
People are numb to the world around them and disconnected from each other.

The breakfast joint to kill the beast helps sow the Seed for all manner of dangerous things
Even mundane actions can contribute to negative outcomes.

Here it goes again as melancholy as the last one
The sense of sadness and despair is ongoing.

And when you feel as dogmatic as the next
People are blindly following beliefs without questioning them.

It's time to read into what it is that you do
It's important to take a critical look at one's own actions.

This is our world we are the waters that we learned to work
Humans have shaped and molded the world around them.

The air in here is dead industrial and so austere
The atmosphere is cold and lifeless.

The air round here smells of religion and Sunday dinner
Religion and family traditions are still important in the area.

This is our world we watch the sands drain from our hands
We're all subject to the passage of time and mortality.

You can hear a melancholy desert song
There's a sense of sadness and emptiness in the air.

And smell George Orwell as the funeral goes on
Oppression and dictatorship are still relevant, even in modern society.

There's plenty with a license to prostitute
Corruption and exploitation are still prevalent and accepted.

And room to develop the ultimate building
The pursuit of technological progress is given priority over everything else.

We are this world the sand drains from our very hands
Time is always slipping away and mortality is inevitable.

We're naive but happy or so it seems
People are ignorant to the true state of the world, but can still find fleeting moments of happiness.

The air in here is dead industrial and so austere
The atmosphere is devoid of life and warmth.

The atmosphere smells of religion and Vauxies beer
Religion and alcohol are still significant aspects of life in the area.

This is our world we are the waters That learned to work you smell the others
Humans have learned to manipulate and control the environment around them, and this is reflected in the area's atmosphere.