Bleeding into the brains of
Your cat's mother's dog
She leads the night
(By the screaming light)
Sleeping through the bottles and corks
Of these machines of ours
I'll be sitting inside
They sit inside
Young man, turning in on himself
Felt the horror throughout

Let go
Let go
Let go
Another pair of eyes
Let go
To see they sympathize

It's creeping like the aisles of
The supermarket moves
Let them go
Set them free
Free them, from the battlefields
Young children with shields
Of love
Of love
We had to rise above

In aisles
In aisles
In aisles
In aisles
In aisles
In aisles
In aisles
In aisles
In aisles
In aisles
In aisles
In aisles
In aisles
In aisles
In aisles
What's you're worth
(Ha ha, fuck all that)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Archie Marshall