Angry Saints - Fugitive Kind Lyrics

Dear millions of strangers, what miracle saves us?
World on a platter getting flatter and flatter
Rumour to rumour, compulsive consumer
So many ways down to the devil's playground

Just a way to waste your time
Gone astray you're the fugitive kind
A thousand names at the tap of a finger
Come in, are you receiving?

Ranks of the unseen, no need for sun screen
Soaking up leisure to the point of seizure
Living in the cloud, spellbound and house-proud
Shut up and follow in your sleepy hollow

Got no horizon to keep your eyes on
The bottle is magic, a genie so tragic
Living is seeming the TV is screaming
Petty desire while the world is on fire