The Van Pelt – The Threat (2014) | Track profile | Dork

The Van Pelt – The Threat (2014) | Track profile | Dork

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The Threat

Be it 70 more years or 700, who cares

7000 couldn't drown out the tears drawn out by the threat

From the moment I was born, before I reached my mother's arms

The threat revealed itself to me as the end

And I will run, and I will build

And I will fuck, for this it is hailed

Cause it is the force behind my movement

And the insight in my youth

But I write out of fear

And I sculpt ten more years

Though I know no immortal name

Can pump blood through a dead vein

I am driven like thе slave who hears a cracking whip

And I study becausе I have failed to non-stick

And you know at times I'm torn between envy and loathing

Towards believers, who don't believe in it

There's an American fear that when the races disappear

We'll be overrun with bad ballads and epics of the past

But not for a second have you ever thought why the civil war was fought

We still push on despite this threat over our heads

Now think back to the back of your class, to the student drawing trains

He knew the names to every car that rode the rails

The whip did not work on him, he knew the report card was thin

He was too motivated to even keep a friend

There is a pure aesthetic deep inside every one of us

That has a power that's ten times more than the threat

But until the end is beat, two forces must compete

And condition comes second to existence

On my thumb there is a nerve

On my tongue there is a bud

And my eyes let in the light that they love

There are more between my legs

Down my spine and in my head

And they are moved not by a fist or by a gun

But I get tired out on parade

Who commands the old fate

That has us scared into thinking he can't be taken

But as his throne is whittled away, I see clearly

A new motivator is speaking

When the young idea is through

And we have nothing to do

It is nothing that creates anew

Boredom is a teenager that hasn't found a role

We are young if we are allowed to grow old

70 more years is 70 more with the threat

Another 700? I'd be a paranoid wreck

No, nothing short of completely removed will let my shoulders ease

I need a guarantee to let me breathe

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