Polar Night Lyrics

Aggressive bug, what do you want?
I want a little house on a Hudson rock
All I need is a mattress on the floor
I don't need your fancy décor
A microphone, one guitar, a crimson blue fake Persian rug
I wanna climb up mountains, wanna swim in the woods
I want to do all the things that I think I should

I want a God...I want a God...
I want a goddamned reason to carry on
"Me-lennials of the Neue Machine"
Want lives as real they feel in dreams
Nobody listens
Nobody sees Nobody knows the best way to be
You had to learn to deal with complexity
But I'd rather be the sky or I'd rather be a tree

Wise and tall
Brown and small
We're just dumb animals after all

A will to survive fighting a death drive
It's okay, yeah, it's alright
A will to survive fighting a death drive
It's okay, yeah, it's alright
A will to survive fighting a death drive
It's okay, yeah, it's alright
Yeah it's okay, but it's alright
Yeah, it's alright

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