Parachutes
Moron Police Lyrics

Time for me to sing of demons
I am going to talk about dark and unpleasant things

Of all the things I saw beneath the steam
I encountered many strange and inexplicable things

It's hard for me to grasp the implications
I find it difficult to understand the true meaning and consequences

Of a distant land of songs within machines
A faraway place where music exists inside machines

Like a dream
It seems unreal, like a fantasy

It's cold here in the winter
The winter brings a harsh and unforgiving environment

And I've lost my pair of shoes
I am struggling and unprepared for what I am facing

In every song I am the truth
My music is honest and sincere

Now, bow down, unbeliever
Show respect to my beliefs, regardless of your own

Like everybody else
We are all the same in some way

Deal in dreams and resurrections
My music focuses on ideas of hope and renewal

A promise of a wheel that slowly turns
Things will change, but it will be a gradual process

A god that has grown old and us forgotten
The higher power we once believed in has abandoned us

Lay me down before I have to kneel
I would rather die than compromise my beliefs

At the seams
The things that hold us together are falling apart

And over in the winter
As time goes on and I face new difficulties

There's snow beneath my feet
The world is cold and unforgivable

For every step a small defeat
Every move forward is a struggle and a challenge

Now, bow down, unbeliever
Respect and acknowledge my beliefs

Like everybody else
Despite our differences, we share the same struggles