Botch - We Are the Romans (1999)

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Botch To Our Friends in the Great White North
05:10
Set apart, great divides
You are not what you seem, always different, always changing
It brings the worst out of me, and it's here to stay
That's the way it's always been for men
Always on your attire silences what you think and now you're wearing eyeliner
So lie

Now see how you look in the light not so different it's hard for you to swallow

Gone

Don't change a single thing at least not for me just keep on acting

It's maddening its flashbulb thoughts it's contrasting

Can't decide who you are no feelings plagues my head we'll all be specimens

It's your fault, fucking up the kids

Complaints have all been heard we're tired we're bringing out the dead

Where's the first you that I knew
Botch Mondrian Was a Liar
02:41
White eyes in coal mines, concrete industry, bare backs, baseball caps
The sweat is part of life we're still thriving
We've got a lot of mouths to feed and we're trying
You think I do this for me to join the caste
Flip through old photographs of our family's past
Building your home, giving you life, our livelihood
Creators
It's always been like this
People you never see the ones you'll never be
Working with their hands
We've downsized again
All through history building piece by piece
It's not for you to erase with your algebra and your science
Simple labor
Botch Transitions From Persona To Object
06:04
Wide eyes help you stand out and the fact that you bare all skin.
Silhouettes keep me thinking about the habits you are in.
Watch us blanket all things and solidify all claims.
Hopes dreams we're here to make ourselves better.
Time to build our colony.
There's no stopping it now conquest is at hand.
And the thirst for more and the need for more go on.
Never satisfied never dormant we go on.
See us conquer all the humans that are left.
This is our new home and we're still building
Botch Swimming the Channel Vs. Driving the Chunnel
04:31
All eyes on me, it's why we never speak
For now we'll just sit, locked and dilated
I feel buried or maybe I'm just alone
So cover me in black
It's for history
So retire the ships, the final voyage was his
Botch C. Thomas Howell As the 'Soul Man'
04:44
Stop the show
Listen up
We've got something to say and it's important
Can't hear the words you say
Or the notes you play
And you're not changing the world
Just a few more moments of your time
Just a few more moments, while I speak
So we can change your mind

We're all breaking ground
Bringing the revolution around
Support this support that once again
It's all an act
Wasting our time on you stop

Support this support that once again
It's all an act

The worst music I've ever heard
Honesty that touches a nerve
The words fall onto the floor
Drive home with no lessons learned

Soon the content outweighs the form
With time, the sounds get boring
For you and me, this posture is self-serving
Botch Saint Matthew Returns to the Womb
03:05
On the porch two words changed life for me.
And I'm not the same.
He said son soon your life will change.
And I believed in him.
And your soul will be free from the pain.
In time you will know that it's true.
The hand of God will pick me up.
Just pledge your loyalty.
So I fall to you.
False eyes, forked words, I'm ten.
Now that I see you're just a man.
Recruiting your followers.
And this world is not one by your hands.
Questions and contradictions.
Feels like I'm following the rabbit 'round the track again.
Around, around.
And you're so sure.
Two words.
The changes I've endured.
I know that it is all shit.
Botch Frequency Ass Bandit
04:27
Anchored awake
Wringing my hands
Weighing my time
Running down dreams
Buying your life
Patience is a girl I've been trying to forget about
Always rearing her ugly head when I am choosing she's losing
She's the one who still sits alone
Comforting smile saves me from making the same mistake drag it out of me
Take what you've got make it better
I feel the loss I bear my own cross
Enjoying the last seconds we have
My unseen dictator grasps throats
with both hands
It brings about euthanasia
Who holds my fate in their hands
Not you
Endless
Botch I Wanna Be a Sex Symbol On My Own Terms
03:35
It comes (grow) in truckloads (young) and torrents
We spread like the flies that eat the sweet tears
from your eyes
She comes (shot) in armies
(down) fear them
We're western medicine feshly

flown

They lose (no) in the (sale) millions

But

we can help you up here's your new beliefs

Your

home our womb

We'll be crowned the new kings

All I know I've seen through a lens

All I feel

I've learned through pages

She's a perfect ten

Here's the supermodel for you to follow

She's

bringing something new

Worked her for so long

and we've lost
Botch Man the Ramparts
10:51
We'll man the ramparts
With arrows ready
With our flags up
We are the Romans
Nero
We'll man the ramparts
With arrows ready
With our flags up
We are the Romans
Nero
We'll man the ramparts
With arrows ready
With our flags up
We are the Romans
Botch untitled
07:27
Erosion of the land causes my establishment to fall down to
the ground below and i feel so low. i can't escape from
you. reconstruction, it's time to build again. maybe once
this time i'll win. maybe i'll have better luck this time.
this time. erosion