1. |
Cold Sleep
03:28
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Dead mind
Red lead
Your head
Is dead
You sold
Your God
My mind
I'm fine
Dead mind
Dead soul
Who's in
Control
You're going down again
You're going down again
We're rotting down in cold sleep
We're drowning in our cold dreams
We're rotting down again
We're going down again
Dead mind
Dead cells
More flesh
To sell
Cold steel
For hire
Born free
To die
Dark room
Dark cage
Your own
Dark Age
Old bone
So tired
Hands free
Mind wired
We're rotting down in cold sleep
We're drowning in our cold dreams
We're rotting down again
We're going down again
Dead mind
Red lead
Your head
Is dead
You sold
Your God
My mind
I'm fine
Won't care
Won't tell
This cell
Is Hell
Black brain
So sore
Can't sleep
No more
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2. |
Police State Symphony
04:24
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Silver badges
Shotguns and heavy flak
Law protectors
Prowling the streets for crack
Under curfew
They are the crime to fight
Always watching
They know you have no rights
Police state symphony!
Police state symphony!
Police state symphony!
Police state!
As a nightmare
Screams from a bodybag
Hear the voices
Out of our bodybags
(2x)
Officer officer
I didn't do it
Officer officer
Everyone knew it
Officer officer
Tell me you pig
What should I do to buy the right to speak?
Police state symphony!
Police state symphony!
Police state symphony!
Police state!
In the district
Beating the kids for fun
Take a step and
They think you're on the run
Private armies
For those who run your life
Hail Miranda
You have the right to die!
Officer officer
I didn't do it
Officer officer
Everyone knew it
Officer officer
Tell me you pig
What should I do to buy the right to speak?
(3x)
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3. |
The Infiltrator
04:41
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Demons within
Bleeding
Breeding within
Fighting to win
Under enemy fire
Demons within
Bleeding
Breeding within
Fighting to win
Under enemy fire
Day in
Day out
Breathe in
Breathe out
Clock tick
Clock tack
Break start
Break back
Watch my broken skin
Bleeding out my anger
With a toothless grin
I'm the infiltrator
I won't be your slave
I won't do your bidding
Cradle to the grave
Dying for a living
Lost my mind
Lost my mind
Lost my pretty fucking mind
Lost my mind
Lost my mind
Lost my pretty fucking mind
Food in
Shit out
Breathe in
Smoke out
Sun up
Sun down
Sent home
In a bag
Watch my broken skin
Bleeding out my anger
With a toothless grin
I'm the infiltrator
I won't be your slave
I won't do your bidding
Cradle to the grave
Dying for a living
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4. |
To Heaven
03:22
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How does it feel to be up in the clouds
The radiation is burning you down
So full of hope as you came up for air
Now going down in a blaze of despair
So who's
To blame
For all this fucking nonsense
So high
So safe
Inside a skyline shell
Thrown out
Erased
Entombed in faceless paper
Who knows
Who cares
It was your own mistake
Another name on the screen of the day
In just one blink you'll be going away
What does it take to remain in this place
One tiny step and you're out in disgrace
So who's
To blame
For all this fucking nonsense
So high
So safe
Inside a skyline shell
Thrown out
Erased
Entombed in faceless paper
Who knows
Who cares
It was your own mistake
Leave luck to Heaven
Labour to Man
There's no forever
With low demand
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5. |
Exorcism
03:36
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Creeping through the darkness
Of this dull and pointless life
Waiting for a moment of it
That is truly mine
You corroded everything
I'm not my fucking self
Wish I could go back in time
And send you home to Hell
Hey hey
There is no chorus in this song
I'm so TIRED and fucked up
I don't know how to carry on
Hey wait!!!
Never thought it could be real
But here I am in chains of something
I could never feel
Agony of ego
The agenda for the year
Smile at the little things
And hope they disappear
Never wanted anything except to be alone
Now I am a prisoner
In my own fucking home
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6. |
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After years of solitude
A true Test of soullessness
Whip stripping skin
Belt sanded flesh
Will stripping one of it's freedom
Fractured thoughts give no pause
Besides
If God or Gods exist
None of them know I do
What do they know about punishment
Whip stripping skin
Belt sanded flesh
Will stripping one of it's freedom
What do they know about punishment
Listen,
Why won't you listen?
You must listen
Velvet inlay
Of a slave
Defence systems
Compromised
Tears distilled into venom
Blood and toxins interwined
Still disoriented
Pulled under and crushed
Conveyed along the belt
Expelled into enlightenment
Piercing shockwave
Of pain
Clense the soul
Structure the mind
Wear your thorns
With pride
Outside of the world
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7. |
Q&A
00:17
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8. |
Electric Idiot
04:35
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Not killed but not much stronger
No mantra from those lies
The dream goes here and yonder
Between corroded eyes
Mistakes are made and nurtured
No lust for one more try
If flesh is scarred with stitches
It's branded to survive
Say what you need
Say what you want
Say what you mean
An idiot!
Say what you need
Say what you want
Say what you mean
An idiot!
I am
I'm an idiot
I am electric idiot
I am
I'm an idiot
I am electric idiot
This close-to life conception
Is all that still remains
Condemned but I still function
In my own fucked-up way
The clockwork's taunting laughter
Black bleeding of the years
In shades of pale reflections
Dry maggots breed more fear
Say what you need
Say what you want
Say what you mean
An idiot!
Say what you need
Say what you want
Say what you mean
An idiot!
I am
I'm an idiot
I am electric idiot
I am
I'm an idiot
I am electric idiot
I don't care for nothing
I don't care for no one
When there's no tomorrow
I can be forever (insane)
I don't care for nothing
I don't care for no one
When there's no tomorrow
I can be forever (insane)
Say what you need
Say what you want
Say what you mean
An idiot!
Say what you need
Say what you want
Say what you mean
An idiot!
I am
I'm an idiot
I am electric idiot
I am
I'm an idiot
I am electric idiot
I am
I'm an idiot
I am electric idiot
I am
I'm an idiot
I am electric idiot
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9. |
PTN 2
02:38
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Living vivid creatures
Crawling from the vaults
Asking me to teach them
Things I wasn't taught
Shadowborn illusions
Looking for a way
Reaching through the cracks of
The things I meant to say
Sights on dawn
A picture painted on
A wall of stone
I'm so gone
The poison's creeping on
Carry on
Scraping tiny fingers
Twitching in my brain
I'm not sure I feel this
I am gone today
Colours of this blindness
Filling up the space
This is so rewarding
Worth the price to pay
Sights on dawn
A picture painted on
A wall of stone
I'm so gone
The poison's creeping on
Carry on
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10. |
The Tribe
03:02
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Gather round the fire
For the booze,
For the drums
Pierce your skin and drift into the smoke
There is no tomorrow
For the scum
Of the earth
Like a tribe of madmen we are one
This is our tribe
This is our tribe
We don't need compassion
We know only strife
This is our tribe
This is our tribe
On the bones of pain
And human sacrifice
Running through the ruins
With the speed
Of the blight
Feeding on the remnants of the world
Burning like the gamma-rays
That melt
Through the eyes
Staring at the darkness of the sun
This is our tribe
This is our tribe
We don't need compassion
We know only strife
This is our tribe
This is our tribe
In the shroud of madness
Of the world that died
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11. |
Sunday Bells
02:30
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I was lost
Without a guiding light
In my life
Just like a little child
I was late
Caught in the dead of night
In my bed
Missing the Sunday light
I've got a place in a building
With a church nearby
I hear the bells, they are telling me
That shit's alright
No longer sleep like a moron
Missing all the fun
The fucking bells on Sunday
Wake me every time!
What's-a-church?
It's a glorified alarm clock!
What's-a-church?
It's a glorified alarm clock!
What's-a-church?
It's a glorified alarm clock!
What's-a-church?
It's a glorified alarm clock!
Things you can do on a Sunday include:
Calling your friends to hang out with some booze,
Smoking some weed and then watching the news,
Finding a girl to mess up and abuse,
Watching some porn,
Maybe plucking some strings,
Getting a fix if that's your kind of thing
This is a free world, I do what I please
You cannot strip me of my liberty
Thank-you-God
For the glorified alarm clock!
Thank-you-God
For the glorified alarm clock!
Thank-you-God
For the glorified alarm clock!
Thank-you-God
For the glorified alarm clock yeah!
You know, there is a virtual crapload of shit you can do if you get a proper wake-up call on Sunday. Thank the Lord for them church bells!
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12. |
Into The Smoke
03:44
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