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These Will Be Your Gods

by The Noise Who Runs

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1.
How U R 02:40
How U R If I could leave before I crawl
 You’ll find my body by the wall
 Of everything you think you understand But if I break before I fall
 You’ll notice I don’t hurt at all 
For everything you think you understand How are you in ideal world? How are you in the real world? How are you in the free world?
A token uneasy, a token uneasy... If I could lift us high enough
 You’d see a minute sun rise up
 On everything you think you understand So find me out for seven sins 
Vacant where the day begins
 Blameless like the rain for wasting plans How are you in ideal world? How are you in the real world? How are you in the free world?
A token uneasy, a token uneasy... And if me and the rest of the speaking world Say you’re wrong, you’re wrong
 Are you still going on
? You keep walking it out with your size 12 mouth And you’re wrong, you’re wrong, quit carrying on How are you in ideal world? How are you in the real world? How are you in the free world?
A token uneasy, a token uneasy
2.
Cows Come Home TIme’s not an abstract, wearying circles, grinding round the count Dizzying numbers, stretching in sequences, endlessly laid out Where arguments’ sakes concerned There’s no intent or saints’ preserve The future’s indisposed The truth is I don’t know But untogether, we’ll be waiting til the cows come home All untogether, keeps us waiting til the cows come home We’re terminal, and panic-bought The future’s indisposed The truth is I don’t know We’re overwhelmed and overwrought Both worlds are collapsing, barely just space and time to pimp like flowers 
Fear is a standard, whispered and only sung of after hours We’re terminal, and panic-bought We’re overwhelmed and overwrought And untogether we’l be waiting til the cows come home All untogether, keeps us waiting til the cows come home The future’s indisposed The future’s indisposed And untogether we’l be waiting til the cows come home
 All untogether, keeps us waiting til the cows come home
3.
These Will Be Your Gods These will be your gods These will rule your hearts These will kill your sons And chain you daughters up Could be, maybe, something worth saving Could be drowning or waving A nothing more than chance meeting Or faster shortcuts to thinking Listen I don’t mind endings But these useless beginnings I just can’t abide Roll those snake-eyed gods These will be your gods Stone cold with indifference These will be your gods Faults and flaws and weaknesses Listen closely, I don’t mind endings Final nails in the coffins Hanging on to ships sinking Cataloguing of feelings Labelling all our failings But these useless beginnings I just can’t abide Roll those snake-eyed gods As if I’m animal, born and raised easy prey Yes if I’m animal, define as easy prey These will be your gods These will be your gods Denial’s a dying candle Parades as walking fire Denial’s a dying candle Betrayed as walking fire As if we’re animal, born and raised easy prey And if we’re animal, define as easy prey
4.
Little Black Cloud Little black cloud coming down in the morning Little black cloud coming down in the morning In a heartbeat, in a heartbeat Little black cloud coming down to the ground in the morning Little black cloud coming down to the ground in the morning In a heartbeat, in a heartbeat Make no bones the games are up The real world is onto us There’s no hope we’re strong enough All that safety in numbers that leaves the rainfall blameless, each guilty drop on the pavement… Been a long time since your eyes stole the morning Been a long time since your eyes stole the morning In a heartbeat, in a heartbeat Make no bones it’s not for us All context has done for us And quiet lives grow desperate All that safety in numbers that leaves the rainfall blameless, each guilty drop on the pavement Nothing, nothing, nothing…(for the masses) From the still life to the mugshots Where the roof blows as the pin drops Don’t we look good, don’t we look nice Circus ugly on the inside All those obvious targets, the sky brings you what exactly, each strand of darkness attaching, attaches whole… Everybody wants a beautiful garden, every garden with a fortress wall, every wall composed of corpses and slogans All those obvious targets, the sky brings you what exactly, each strand of darkness attaching, attaches whole… On the ghost flights, at the bus stops And the A-list and the pound shop Don’t we look good, don’t we feel fine Circus ugly on the inside Nothing, nothing, nothing (for the masses) Make no bones they’re done with us The headlines are through with us And quiet lives grow desperate All that safety in numbers that leaves the rainfall blameless, each guilty drop on the pavement Little black cloud coming down to the ground in the morning Little black cloud coming down to the ground in the morning In a heartbeat, in a heartbeat… Little black cloud coming down in the morning Little black cloud coming down in the morning In a heartbeat, in a heartbeat

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released January 31, 2023

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The Noise Who Runs Lille, France

Anglo-French dark electronic rock and pop with heavy influences of indie, EDM and trip hop.
Formed in 2019 by Sneaker Pimps’ lyricist Ian Pickering along with guitarist Felipe Goes.

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