Un clip aux très belles images, sortes de portraits sociaux d'une culture et d'une jeunesse américaines parfois bien loin des clichés qu'on se fait de l'american way of life. Un clip puissant porté par un morceau tout aussi fort et un groupe qui a signé là un putain d'album.
Am I the only one that saw the sun burn out ?
The locusts keep their rhythm. My watch has broken down.
I wake up and take on water, sink to the peak of despair.
What I need is a cigarette. No more prayers.
The planets unaligned. We have saints without a shrine.
A storm comes and the city’s abandoned. The ship is going down with the captain.
I am the man that sank atlantis. The bottom is not the lowest we get.
Further down still the dark’s absolute.
Further down than that its only me and you.
I assure you that hell is not a myth. We both vacation there.
Hell is not a myth. We spend each winter there. No one can prepare.
A storm comes and the city’s abandoned. The ship is going down with the captain.
I am the man that sank Atlantis. The bottom is not the lowest we get.
I thought I knew the best part of the secret: the truth is the thing we forget.
The glory I had witnessed was just a sleight of hand.
These hearts cannot be salvaged, these bones cannot withstand.
I have either been forgotten or I was never seen.
Now I’m in the negative space between.
I weighed down the earth, through the stars to the pavement.
I’ve weighed down the earth. No use trying to save it.
I’ve weighed down the earth, through the stars to the pavement.
I’ve weighed down the earth. Not sure I can take it.
I’ve fallen out of frame. A strangled, distant flame.
Clenched in the jaws of anguish are only godless men.
Chaos is drawn to silence like life is drawn to death.
The dusk is so much clearer than the dawn had ever been.
I’m a ghost, and yet I’ve weighed down the earth.
Through the stars to the pavement.
I’ve weighed down the earth.
No use trying to save it.
The locusts keep their rhythm. My watch has broken down.
I wake up and take on water, sink to the peak of despair.
What I need is a cigarette. No more prayers.
The planets unaligned. We have saints without a shrine.
A storm comes and the city’s abandoned. The ship is going down with the captain.
I am the man that sank atlantis. The bottom is not the lowest we get.
Further down still the dark’s absolute.
Further down than that its only me and you.
I assure you that hell is not a myth. We both vacation there.
Hell is not a myth. We spend each winter there. No one can prepare.
A storm comes and the city’s abandoned. The ship is going down with the captain.
I am the man that sank Atlantis. The bottom is not the lowest we get.
I thought I knew the best part of the secret: the truth is the thing we forget.
The glory I had witnessed was just a sleight of hand.
These hearts cannot be salvaged, these bones cannot withstand.
I have either been forgotten or I was never seen.
Now I’m in the negative space between.
I weighed down the earth, through the stars to the pavement.
I’ve weighed down the earth. No use trying to save it.
I’ve weighed down the earth, through the stars to the pavement.
I’ve weighed down the earth. Not sure I can take it.
I’ve fallen out of frame. A strangled, distant flame.
Clenched in the jaws of anguish are only godless men.
Chaos is drawn to silence like life is drawn to death.
The dusk is so much clearer than the dawn had ever been.
I’m a ghost, and yet I’ve weighed down the earth.
Through the stars to the pavement.
I’ve weighed down the earth.
No use trying to save it.
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