Killing Me - The Slow Readers Club

The kings sit pride of place far above the chaos

Lords of time and space try their best to jail us

Silence is killing me killing me, driving me mad

Son I’m a slave to technology, talk through the glass

Launch an atom bomb, don’t want to work on Monday

A martyr to the cause, find some meaning some day

Silence is killing me killing me

Driving me mad.

Son I’m a slave to technology

Talk through the glass

Wretched injustice has swallowed me whole

All kinds of hoodlums who want you to sell your soul

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Wretched injustice has swallowed me whole

All kinds of hoodlums who want you to sell your soul

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Silence is killing me killing me, driving me mad

Son I’m a slave to technology, talk through the glass