1. |
Intro
00:05
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2. |
Massive
00:49
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The sound is folded, history foretold it
The reckoning, Sonic beckoning
Vivisection, Misdirection
Gods wrath, gods path
Massive,massive, massive, massive
It doesn't matter if the speaker is passive
Massive,massive, massive, massive
It doesn't matter if the speaker is passive
Massive,massive, massive, massive
Massive,massive, massive, massive
It doesn't matter if the speaker is passive
It doesn't matter if the speaker is passive
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3. |
Sleep
04:40
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4. |
Political Potential
02:43
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New suit, pocket square and tie
Military man wouldn't tell a lie
Cheap fruit as the third world crumbles
Speak up son I can't hear you when you mumble
Yet to reach their political potential
Cheap cigarrettes, dark silhouettes
peligroso, mentiroso
Shady figure standing in an alley way
Save yourself fight for the usa!
Mentiras, mentiras, mentiroso
Mentiras, mentiras mentiroso
Cierra tu ojos, pinche rojos
sangre en las manos del cerdo corporativo
Too many names to list had hands in the blood shed
Two hundred thousand and counting dead
Oh but it doesn't matter to you in your penthouse suite*
What brand of fruit you eat*
Imperialista
Fashionista
why should I tip my starbucks barista?
falling backwards
Nothing afterward
Sangre,sangre,sangre, perra
Cerdo, cerdo, cerdo, perra
These kinds of things just tend to happen now and then :'(
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5. |
Slow
02:16
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6. |
Lacrymosa
04:56
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Panic in the streets as the rain turned red
Tears falling down like drops of lead
Lacrimosa, panic!
The streets flood, with its blood
Like a natural disaster, but there's nothing after
Your eyes, closed shut, as you're falling backwards
Panic in the streets as the the rain turned red
And now there's something coming from the sea
Each one of its legs is as thick as a tree
And now you can't see
Your eyes, closed
Your eyes, filled with flies
Lacrimosa dies illa
Military on the scene
They try to fight
The night sky ignited
The effort was valiant at first
Pathetic at its worst
It cut them all down
The smaller beasts took for the rest of the town
The serpent slithers up your back and down your coat
Circles around you and crawls down your throat
You wake up in a chair in a candle lit room
The light is warm against the ceiling of your tomb
You can't breathe,
Get off your knees!
Upon the table are the severed heads of many goats
You try to stand up but something wont let you go
Teeth chatter as broken plates clatter
You turn and run as the air fills your lungs
Down the hall, out the door,
Flames roar as the rain pours
7/8
You can stop running now, catch your breath and sit down
9/8
You thought you took your last breath*
You look around as the weight lifts off your chest*
You dare to turn around as the silence didn't make a sound.
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7. |
Slam (Demo)
04:09
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8. |
Magnets
04:54
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As the world turned backwards, life in the after*
Subject to movement, similar to traffic
Delayed reaction, the scene is graphic
Keep your eyes closed, keep the children close
There's no one left out there, at least you don't think so
The third and final, apparition
It came awake at night, premonition
The third and final, apparition
Slow dive, skin condition
Walking through the light,
Burning in the night
Seraphim, oracle or a cure
It all comes falling down
Pulled apart like magnets
Walking through the light
Burning in the night
Fight or flight, now you've lost your sight
Stepping through the mirror
There's no place quiet like here
Looking at a picture of the sun
And all of man now stood as one
Subject to movement, similar to traffic
Delayed reaction, the scene is graphic
Keep your eyes closed, keep the children close
There's no one left out there, at least you don't think so
Catch a break, catch your breath
Take a moment, check what's left
look down, no sound
Something coming, turn around
Subject to movement, similar to traffic
Body broken, the end was tragic
No theatrics, salami tactics
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9. |
Fast
01:29
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10. |
Tracking
04:44
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Rain begins to fall, you can't catch it all
Footsteps slowly track throughout your home
Falling to the ground, didn't make a sound
Crawling in the dark, blood matriarch
Running through the tree, head full of bees
The sound of sirens
Cuts through the silence
Chest full of violets
Life ends in violence
Lurking in the night dead streetlight
The sky was black, don't look back
You don't know what you don't even know
Cold sweat, falls like tears
Lurking in the night, dead streetlight
The sun is going down, red wedding gown
Running through the trees
Your head is full of bees
Crawling on your knees
Death won't set you free
Tracking through the snow, your breath is slow
Tracking through the snow, your fingertips now glow
Red and white turn black, red and white turn black
now you can't turn back, you can't turn back
Close your eyes, heat from the sun rise
*10/8, 5/4, 5/4, 4/4
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11. |
Groovy
02:51
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12. |
Syncytium
05:19
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Syncytium
Today is not the day, I don't care what you have to say
Its just another country that I've never been to
I don't think that there's too much that I could do
There is no war on terror, there is no war on terrorism
Be brave, follow it, follow it, follow it to your grave
Here's your discount mister soldier man
Thank you for your service, please let me shake your hand
Iraq, Iran, Cuba, Grenada
The list goes on, trillions gone
Egypt, Haiti, Lebanon, Guate
So many lives lost, but what's the monetary cost?
Syncytium
I don't care what its like to die
Just as long as its somebody else's life
Don't care where they sleep at night
Just as long as its not where I park my bike
Push it down, at least its not your home town
Iran air flight six five five
Better off left with nobody alive
Sixty six kids and your hostages survived
Medals for all as their children died
131.8 million dollars just to close the case.
You can never apologize for the united states.
Negotiating with terrorists is no use.
Charges cannot be pressed without proof.
Iraq, Iran, Cuba, Grenada
The list goes on, trillions gone
Iraq, Iran, Cuba, Grenada
The list goes on, billions gone
War on terror
Closed casket funeral, business as usual
Stepped on a landmine, intervention is divine
Stepped on a landmine, intervention is divine
You can't apologize for the u s of a
As far back as the very first day
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13. |
Obstacle
00:25
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14. |
Dance
01:45
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They're buying every car in the car lot
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15. |
Seven Thousand Years
07:27
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Now sharpened sticks tear through flesh and bone
Conflict ends and begins again
Conflict ends and begins over again
Puny insects!
Crumble beneath the force of ten thousand frogs!
Each day was wrought with fear, as the war raged on
For seven thousand long long years
Blood shed, the earth is red
Lost count of the dead.
Catch a break, catch your breath
Take a moment, check what's left
look down, no sound
Something coming, turn around!
I don't wanna die here, I don't wanna die here
I don't wanna die here, not like this
Not like this, not like this, not like this
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16. |
Bitch
02:57
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17. |
Isn't
06:58
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No it isn't, no it isn't
no it isn't, no
Cross through the thicket, punch your ticket
Pushing upwards falling down
Flowers don't grow in this town
I awake in a desert of gray
Nothing lives in the light of day
The flower blooms and out pour your teeth
Your skin is melting, there's nothings beneath
Bolt the door shut, sit down at the table
Pushing upwards falling down
Flowers don't grow in this town
Subject to waste and to trash and to war
You are their puppet, their slave and their whore
Nothing seems to change the system or the game
It all stays the same, no ones to blame
Can you still see with both your eyes closed
The wind blows as you step through the snow
Your hands shake you don't know where to go
Each star glistens and glows as the grass grows
Pushing upwards falling down
Flowers don't grow in this town
No it isn't no, it isn't personal
Grieve, grieve, grieve, grieve
Cross through the thicket, punch your ticket
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18. |
Sleep (II)
07:19
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19. |
Disco
09:17
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There's a distant sound, no snow on the ground*
Keep walking for a mile, the same tree again*
Look up into the sky, walk in a straight line*
Is somebody there?*
You don't know where the road goes, and a cold wind blows
Each second, moves slower than the last
You can't find where you parked your car*
Maybe this hell only goes so far*
You've been here for a while now haven't you?*
Stuck in a cold dark daze*
Walking for what feels like a thousand days*
Breath like a thick black haze, *
death over the course of a million days*
There has to be somebody out there*
Time moves slower
Over and over, over and over again
Why pretend there's cash to spend, borrowed time to lend
When you've reached the end
Of your line, of your rope
Your faith and your hope
Now you're lost in a field*
Where there's just the sound of bees*
There's so many trees, will you ever be set free*
The world turns
The forest burns
A mother yearns
What life returns
Another urn,
The world turns, your chest burns
What's the cost, when life is lost*
Another day
Reckoning, what do you reckon, satan's beckon
Rusted gate
To where it waits
To where it stays
The end of days
You start to crawl away, 600 days
Written on each page, it doesn't change
Where did you go, where did you go?
Spaces in between
What did you mean
Where did you go?
Disco, disco, disco
Walking backwards, with your eyes closed
Where you were going, nobody knows
You bit your tongue out
And on this day, our dearest pastor disco passed on
To the next life, where at last he would finally be reunited
with his darling wife...
The End.
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20. |
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