Florence Welch - Radix lyrics

Seek to find your mentor Styrofoam people made up by inventors Add a little heat and crack up under pressure Cold as on old bone a Napoleonic gesture Alone with a dial tone... Splitting alone at the fork tongue Sinners and no-goers are divides against the chosen young Roll with the horn blowers and slow-a-ways with the pollen bun And sweet old Charis Cherish these moments of stolen fun or tumble and perish 'Cos troubles up at the lobby for stiff pricks and Dry jokes you know Rebelion doubles up when they sun it up and they finally know Troubles up at the very top of the slimy slope A to b straight-line liars in shiny coats Money, money, money, money is an Ism! Money, money said it is, said iy isn't Money, money, money, money is an Ism! Stop chasing stars Radix malorum est cupiditas Sorted out in systems The paper people Slamming the cold choke of resemblance Of stats and facts Compared to the feeling of a heartbeat? It's about as true as a cold dew touching your Rubber shoe or your bare feet! You're banging on resistance And so you should 'Cos soon they'll buckle up and listen I said they would For never a moment changed positions Force your decision... Because the wind blows in the way that fate chose your mission Think slow! But never sink low to submission The kink slows in the strongest armour in the kingdom Inthe deep rows of perfection sowed Reaped and endless Amounts of senses that by consensus Are senseless End of point end of f**ing sentence! End of joint end of my repentance! All can join in the motion for acceptance Money, money, money, money is an Ism! Money , money said it is, said it isn't Money, money, money, money is an ism! Stop chasing stars... I hate the way that you're worth more in places You want to exploit Can't I trade my bowl of soup for your professional Viewpoint?