Translate Email Print. Nazca 2. The Human Stain 3. Comfort Zones 4. Fluxion 5. Equinox 6. Loopholes 7. Dead On The Whole 8. Isla Del Sol 9. The Greatest Bane.
Nazca [Instrumental] 2. The Human Stain Bread and games The blood of exposure: our sweetest drink. Decapitate the confessor: the audience is waiting. Watch all your achievement go down the drain.
Vengeance at any cost: now get in the ring. You sure took precautions and still you drown. Rise and fall: The higher, the deeper. They made you flirt with divinity. From now on you're free. So stick your cock up her ass. No need to cheat.
No need to confess. Where is your secret? Pull off the blanket! Discard this veil of shame. Tonight we celebrate the human stain! Comfort Zones Inside our squalid homes: a safe place behind security doors. Sheltered from all we better ignore: the starving, the homeless, the dying, the poor Any Police Oppression - Cockney Rejects / Angelic Upstarts - Live And Loud!! only makes us scoff.
It's all "ok" as long as all can be turned on and off, As longs as we can relax in our comfort zones and explore the world with the remote control. This city breathes death and disease.
A dying bastard on a drip. Part of the myth. They have taken whatever they could find: knocked on our doors, Or krept inside: replacing everything with an image of it. Who told you that the street never sleeps? They've taken everything and sold you ease instead. Now lean back: All you need is at your fingertips. Pale screen shines down on you. Sniggers and takes you for a fool. Tell me what are you gonna do? Suck up the praise. End of a meaningless day.
The next one will Loopholes - The Ocean - Fluxion strictly the same. Plunge in your easy-chair: Salvation is only one mouse-click away 4. Fluxion [Instrumental] 5. Equinox Yes, the hopeless are those who never lose their hope. And the heartless are those who never kill a foe.
The speechless are those who always move there tongues. And the lonely are those who have the strongest bonds. You've been waiting for a morning to come. After years in the dark started hating the sun. In the end you denied that it This Time The Dreams On Me - Joe Alterman - Georgia Sunset ever shone.
And maybe you're right. But is that what you want? And yes, your feelings are justified: the Loopholes - The Ocean - Fluxion colour you know is the colour of night. The matrimony with the devil: Your closest bond. It's all in vain. If that's what you want Yes, the hopeless are those who never lose their hope. The lifeless those who think they're never bored. And the infidel are those who never fucked a whore. Life is sour, so full of maggots and bugs. And you still it's too short to just give it all up.
Yes, it's all in vain, if that's what you choose. But are you sure that's your wish? It's your own choice to carry your cross. Men are just vultures fighting for prey: they shrink back at nothing and scare each other away.
Loopholes [Instrumental] 7. We've got a sense for what makes you tick. The more out of reach, the more desperate you'll be trying to get it. We're the sweet distraction sure to provoke a reaction. We'll show you what you need: You Loopholes - The Ocean - Fluxion be sure this world is yours if you're paying for it. Once we've got your attention we might sell you something you don't have the cash to pay. Put it on credit. Pay by instalment. Sit back and chill: and wait for your consignment.
We make you pay to eat We make you pay to sleep We make you pay to breathe We make you pay for any pleasures you could come up with Now we reached our goals: We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe. Now you're dead on the whole because you're bound to pay us off. At the end of a tiresome day of repetitive work without having a say you crave for nothing more then mere dispersal: Turn on the TV and switch off reality. And here we are back again with our screens of perfection: The perfect distraction.
Fancy cars, furbished shopping marts: All that it takes to make you fall for our candy-bars. What a fertile symbiosis: You help us pay our bills. And in turn we assist you: Keep treading the mill. We set the standards. We embody all you ever wanna be. We play with your insecurities. We make you feel miserable. Isla Del Sol Grow to the sun. We fell on rock. Awoke with broken bones.
Crawled our way back at rugged dirt roads to find we're not alone and never wanna go back home: We'll never go back home. Drain me. I can't find no place to rest. What I've been searching for does not exist. All arrows point inwards: The white in my Loopholes - The Ocean - Fluxion will shine. All plans forgotten: I've drawn a brand-new sign. Sometimes it all seems so tasteless. We carry on just the same, regardless.
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