Written by Isabella Bunny Bennett
There must be something (x6)
There must be something more
to life than this vice
There must be something more to life
that we can’t even know
Maybe somewhere on a purple shore
beyond the status quo
The lights from Mars
Well we’ve seen it before
The telescopes tell us it's true
A cluster of stars
bringing woe and such pain
What’s a poor little planet to do?
The vice does tight
And the vice does bite
And we will not slip
from its firey grip
And the vice does thrive
Though its been deprived
And the vice will gnaw
with its cosmic maw
The vice does tight
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Spine: We hoped that there was life out there
But we could never know
That the horrors of the stars above
could crush us with one blow
Hatchworth: The pods of whales; they were fleeing something
Now we’re tangled in a web like flies
Tendrils grasp from afar
and they’ll bring us our end
by the hand of a million eyes
Rabbit: What’s in the sky?
The vice does tight
And the vice does bite
And we will not slip
from its firey grip
And the vice does thrive
Though its been deprived
And the vice will gnaw
with its cosmic maw
The vice does tight
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