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Elevator Rock
02:09
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Lost into a void - between a lie,
you watch an endless horror
cut into the pulse, into a dream
in this perpetual machine
Past the finish line, the starting gun
will hold a promise of an end
Lies, they're feeding lies, they feed us lies
Unplug us sinners as we sleep
Escape, into the getaway
Between the lies, the spaces outside,
life is but electric waves pumped in our minds
Down the rabbit hole lie digital eyes
This constant noise, distractions at the seams,
bleed though the walls
A glitch in the system of the program files - lost - found
We live - inside a box - in a machine - down a dark
road - inside a flame - inside a fire - in a dying
star - inside a box - in a machine - down a dark
road - inside a box - in a machine - down a dark
road
System of failure.
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Flip Flop
01:59
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Fire is swallowing the
midnight air on the interstate
and fire a weapon old as
time- will - smoke - out the enemy
You built a monster, now you gotta kill him son
with gasoline - kerosene
You chose the wrong side, now you gotta play with a gun
Gasoline, in your lungs - ignite when you speak
I feel the heat
a thousand suns
a flashbulb nightmare
The beast is wide awake
Plan - B - is - no longer optional
Blunt - force -trauma
Is our only option
Blunt - force - trauma
This is our final action
Tide down - to the track
I feel the train is coming
Tide down - to the track
It ain't the devil, its a suit behind the wheel
You built a monster, now you gotta kill him son
with gasoline - kerosene - gasoline
You chose the wrong side, now you gotta play with a gun
with a gun
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Tacklebox
02:26
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Lock the front door
Lock the front, lock the front door
Lock the front-door
I think it's violent, I think it's tryin to make it inside
Board the window
I think it's violent, I think it's tryin to make it inside
I think it's violent, I think it's tryin to make it inside
the ghost of the new republic
the ghost of the new republic
Lock the front door
I think it's violent, I think it's tryin to make it inside
Board the windows
I think it's violent, I think it's tryin to make it inside
Back up, who the fuck put you in charge?
Back up, against the wall, who the fuck put you in charge
Back up, I'm your enemies neighbour - I'm the king of this castle
Back up, who the fuck, I'm the fuck in charge, I'm the fuck in charge
Creature, come at me, Is that all you got
Creature, come at me, Is that all you got
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The Giant
03:21
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Yeah
With a platinum plated M16 we're gonna shoot down the stars
one by one
with the back alley solder, just crawling their way outta nothing
from the bottom, from the east side in ruin
With a silver bullet marked with bloody finger prints and war scars
Calling the spades a heart, thats a start
What's the last stand, so whats the plan
Get out, get out, get out, get out, get out
With a silver bullet marked with bloody finger prints and war scars
Calling the spades a heart, that's a start, what's the last stand
so what's your plan
Get out, get out, get out, get out, get out
Blast off, claw your way out from the inside
touch down, make the cover, make the deadline
with speed and charisma
Claw out from the inside
Claw out from the inside
A system built by the bottom downward
The wealth of the city if held up with horse shit
Hunger can a make a killer out of you and me
Hunger can a make a killer out of you and me
"God I love this city"
Give us more, give us more, give us more, give us more
Move over so I can find it
One day left before..
Hunger can make a killer
With a platinum plated M16 were gonna shoot down the stars
(With a platinum plated M16 were gonna shoot down the stars)
With back alley solders just born to die
(WIth back alley soldiers just born to die)
Fed by the hand of a downfall, the future
(fed by the, fed by the, fed by the, fed by the)
The world is, the world is a template, the soul is the
Replica, replica, replica, replica
God damn ain't it beautiful
Blue print of a new world order
Blue print of a new world order
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Easily
02:35
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Tonight
Your condition is a symptom of a home grown weapon
weapon
A state sponsored kill floor with bodies on ice.
So vicious, So precious
The public, with footsteps like thunder, they cut like a knife
The messenger bled out on site
It's a quarter to twelve with a fall out at midnight
Mayday
We're punching out
The sheep took control of the slaughter house,
from the snakes and the old dogs,
once licking there lips
Mayday
We're punching out
The ship has been breached by the infidel
The captains checked out
with a leather belt, and switchblade
Dead eyes, burn down the barricade and hold tight
Dead eyes, ignore the message kill the spot light
System - play your game - with the first shots fired in a cold rage
System - play your game - set a fire on a cold state
Tonight
The confession gave a weapon to a home grown rebel
Rebel
A self proclaimed prophet will die out on site
With a lost alibi
Mayday
The factory locked it's iron gates
Faulted the structure and bled out the lines
Sold the workers to the state
Amen
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Dieppe
03:40
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NO!
God damn Does the cost of the dead reach the goal of the upper hand
God damn Is this the year of the red tape - murder
God damn If they kill for the money, would you kill for the money
God damn Cut the public down with vices
Control the broadcast
Control the will
Collapse the mishaps in shadows
Push your
Push your pills
God Damn Does the fire in the sky meet the hand of the upper man
God Damn This is the year of the ending - failure
Nuclear mishaps
"And I can see from my window sill the fires the consume this city.
And a cloud, like desperate hands, reached toward the heavens in a furious flash.
A violet afterglow, beauty in all it's glory, forced its way into my bed,
I call it the last dance."
Curse the light, the fall, the dead at my
feet now curse, the ghost, the spectres that speak
to me in tongues as I fall asleep
now curse, now curse
the blood on our knees
kill for fun kill for fun
Lost in a nuclear sun
Lost in a nuclear sun
Kill for fun
Kill for fun
Save your breath, bite your tongue, curse your eyes, sink in
Salvation
Dies by a home made sun
Goodnight
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