Admiral Fallow - The Paper Trench

All of the high rollin' and the soft focused
Helps with the stock pillin' of your wooden self
Only in high rollin' and in soft focus
Do we ever ask "Is there not more than this?"

Holy Moses and holy cow
Leviticus roots are comin' out

It's the 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

We suffer in silent mothball fury
Trees that have long since shed their rings
As if to rub out the ballpoint memory
Of a thousand sins

Holy Moses and holy cow
Leviticus roots are comin' out
And my sinew fingers throw them away
A ring per sin, a ring per sin

All of the high rollin' and the soft focused
Helps with the stock pillin' of your wooden self
Only in high rollin' and in soft focus
Do we ever ask "Is there not more than this?"

It's the 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

We suffer in silent mothball fury
Trees that have long since shed their rings
As if to rub out the ballpoint memory
Of a thousand sins

Holy Moses and holy cow
Leviticus roots are comin' out
And my sinew fingers throw them away
A ring per sin, a ring per sin

Only in high rollin' and in soft focus
Only in high rollin' and in soft focus
Only in high rollin' and in soft focus
Only in high rollin' and in soft focus