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