Supermarché

Bleeding into the brains of Your cat's mother's dog She leads the night (By the screaming light) Sleeping through the bottles and corks Of these machines of ours I'll be sitting inside They sit inside Young man, turning in on himself Felt the horror throughout Let go Let go Let go Another pair of eyes Let go To see they sympathize It's creeping like the aisles of The supermarket moves Let them go Set them free Free them, from the battlefields Young children with shields Of love Of love We had to rise above In aisles In aisles In aisles In aisles In aisles In aisles In aisles In aisles In aisles In aisles In aisles In aisles In aisles In aisles In aisles What's you're worth (Ha ha, fuck all that) --- Supermarché - King Krule