Текст песни St. Broadrick Is In Antarctica

I know you don't want change
But nothing is ever what it used to be
Grab the rope, hoist yourself up
With a copy in head
Comforted by lions of substance
A solutive parade
Grab the rope, hoist yourself up
And drift like ants in hose water

These three angels used to be attorneys
It is such a serious thing to me
Oh how i search through the memories
It is such an experience for me
Silence creating bold letters like "not" and "better"
These three devils used to be apologiesThe Sophomore Attempt - St. Broadrick Is In Antarctica - http://ru.motolyrics.com/the-sophomore-attempt/st-broadrick-is-in-antarctica-lyrics.html
These three angels used to be monuments
I try to find that feeling from that letter from my consistencies
Is such a painful thing to see when the shadows didn't bend
Like now and then
These three devils used to be apostrophes
So i destroyed a monument, so what

I know you don't want change
But nothing is ever what it used to be
Grab the rope, hoist yourself up
With a copy in head
Comforted by lions of substance
A solutive parade
Grab the rope, hoist yourself up
And drift like ants in hose water