Dismal Nitch from Dismal Nitch by Hurry Up

Oh, on a foul wind you blow
A dark and swirling undertow
You bring death and call it hope
A dismal nitch, I cast a stone

Into the void
Into the night
Into the dark
Into the black pit you call your soul
Your greed machine will eat
Will eat the world whole

Nobody knows the cost
Of what you stole
And was it worth what you got
When you sold your soul?
I don’t think so
Your greed machine will eat
Will eat the world whole

Oh, bring back that fat old bird of death
Cities fall in his hot breath
A burning wind, he flaps his wings
A dismal nitch, the song he sings

A song of the night
A song of the void
A song of the dark
A song of the black pit you call your soul
Your greed machine will eat
Will eat the world whole

Nobody told you the cost
Of what you stole
And was it worth what you got
When you sold your soul?
I don’t think so
Your greed machine will eat
Will eat the world whole

We will drag the ghosts of the past to the light
We will scream from our graves in the dead of the night
And our voices will echo

• Punk
• Portland