Admiral Fallow – The Paper Trench lyrics

All of the high rolling and the soft focus
Helps with the stockpiling of your wooden self
Only in high rolling and in soft focus
Do we really ask, 'Is there not more than this?'

It's a trench and the cult and the culture it breeds
Only serves to feed one side and crush the rest
Those that siphon the green from the air that we breathe
To line fat pockets with the residue

And we suffer in silent moth balled fury
Trees that have long since shed their rings
As if to rub out the ball point memory of a thousand sins

Holy Moses and holy cow
My varicose root are coming out
And my sinew fingers throw them away
A ring per sin
A ring per sin

All of the high rolling and the soft focus
Helps with the stockpilling of your wooden self
Only in high rolling and in soft focus
Do we really ask, 'Is there not more than this?'

It's a trench and the cult and the culture it breeds
Only serves to feed one side and crush the rest
Those that siphon the green from the air that we breathe
To line fat pockets with the residue

And we suffer in silent moth balled fury
Trees that have long since shed their rings
As if to rub out the ball point memory of a thousand sins

Holy Moses and holy cow
My varicose root are coming out
And my sinew fingers throw them away
A ring per sin
A ring per sin

Only in high rolling and in soft focus (I will make you bleed)
Only in high rolling and in soft focus (I will close your eyes)
Only in high rolling and in soft focus (You'll never quit)
Only in high rolling and in soft focus