A Loss For Words – I Feel An Army In My Fist lyrics

[Verse 1] They bash in smoking Dunhills, And a set conflagration. They pave a wasteland And call it a generation. Your cellphones won’t capture the drone overhead, They compel you back to bed, You’ll wonder when they come for you next. [Chorus] It’s Monday morning and you can’t help feeling alone, It’s Monday morning when