1. |
Cloud Machine
03:24
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screaming, screaming up to the sky
the streets pick up the sound
another soul gone mad with the city life
smashing bottles against the wall
see the shadows laughing back at you
reflections of the demons of the soul
put your ear to the ground
hear the machine below
mining and selling the foundations of our lives
gunshots echo in the park
i love this life far too much
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2. |
You Shut Your Mouth
02:12
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it's about time someone told you to shut the fuck up
or when's that double decker bus gonna do its job?
cause i've been dreaming of a time
when reading your interviews isn't to be shameful
and i'm not happy and i'm not sad
i'm upset
it's time someone told you to fucking retire
i hop in my ten ton truck and start driving
i love your records, they're all on my shelves
but before you hang the dj i'd suggest you hang yourself
and i'm not happy and i'm not sad
i'm upset
when you compared the norway shooting to the meat industry
that was about the dumbest thing i have ever had to read
nothing's changed i still love you, i still love you
only slightly, only slightly less than i used to
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3. |
All The Boys Say
01:25
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all the boys say:
i've been dead for 20 years
allegedly i'm free but the choices are never that appealing
i've been dead for as long as i remember
how am i gonna make it through another cold december?
and all the girls say:
well i don't know, they're not talking to me
but i reckon if they did they'd say the same
i've been dead for 20 years
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4. |
Son hechos, no palabras
03:01
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policia armada en la ciudad
parodia amarga de seguridad
ne so olviden miles matados
por animals uniformados
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5. |
Pointless Routine
02:41
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sudden terror hits
panic attack
walls start to crumble
cold logic conducts
a dance of the dead
dance your feet down to the bone
out of control
spinning and spinning
pointless routine
turn, little cog
subtle terror persists
trapped in this
walls are closing in
cold logic rules
it's catastrophic results
don't make it less logical
out of control
spinning and spinning
pointless routine
turn, little cog
you say it feels like
you say it feels like
the pressure cracks your head
there's puppet strings attached
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6. |
El mensaje
00:43
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díme, cual es la dimensión política de tus lentes
díme, cual el el mensaje detrás de tus tenís
leen y saben y bailan y hablan
cual es el punto
léen y saben y bailan y hablan
y no creen en nada
chinguen a su madre todos
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