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Requiem |
Man watching city fall
The clock keeps on ticking
He doesn't know why
He's just cattle for slaughter
The requiem
When the meaningful words
When they cease to function
When there's nothing to say
When will it start bothering you?
The requiem
Only a hint of religion
Uncensors to its false depravity
The sound of breaking glass
This is a reflection
The requiem
The atmosphere's strange
Out on the town
Music for pleasure
It's not music no more
Music to dance to
Music to move
This is music to march to
IT'S a war dance
A war dance
Look at the victim
Scrawled on the wall
You know the the reason
Outside the door
You got something
Nasty in your mind
Trying to get out
IT'S a war dance
A war dance
We walk round the pitch
Honesty is sick
Try to be honest
Look what you get
The food runs short
And then the money talks
One way out
YOUR PREMONITION IS CORRECT
A war dance
Picture - sent back live
Picture - the golden age
Letter - on your doorstep
Called up - for your country
Never no i don't wanna - no
Horror - don't let me go on
Mommy - they'll take his pain away
Carry us - face the music
Called up - for your country
Never no i don't wanna - no
Take - aim - and - fire
My [tiv's] changing
Day to day
The fiery kisses
Fast decay
I look up the river
My firm thoughts down
The block they've poisoned
Gotta sit tight
The wait
Odd awakening
The silence grows
Screams outside
Distortion shows
New jump force
Bad bad billys
It's just another [vine]
Of distorted greed
The wait
See the sun turn green
From my penthouse window
It's different now
Because you got no shelter
Alienation
By experimentation
Enjoy yourself
This is the new age
Complication
Ransom the birth
Of a new destruction
It's different now
It's what we always wanted
Alienation
Self-destruct
At the count of ten
Complication
See the sun turn green
From my penthouse window
It's different now
Because you got no shelter
Alienation
Enjoy yourself
This is your new age
Complication
You see
You feel
You know
React
You're waiting
You're waiting
Change
One man limited room to think
Move with the lines in soft fat red
Phase one environment experiment
This is your city with miracles spent
So dead
Crime of flesh control is joyless
Blue white shells will not grow to trees
Phase one environment experiment
The smoke on the city with miracles spent
So dead
Primitive feeling
Primitive way
Getting closer
To the primitive day
Intuition
Wherever it goes
The primitive day
The primitive way
Primitive feeling
Primitive way
Getting closer
To the primitive day
Follow the feeling
Wherever it goes
The primitive day
The primitive way