1. |
Bone Machines
05:56
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Kneel deep in your mind
Pray for light in the darkness
Tug the cold chains that bind
No escape from this madness
Every man's a tool
Cheap corporate fuel
Dead souls plead, meek and supine
As the whip crack feeds on his scars
Dead souls toil deep in the mine
Of the human abattoir
Lost, nowhere to go
Stuck fast in the quagmire
Costs starting to grow
Lives caught in the crossfire
Crushed by global rule
Burnt corporate fuel
Dead souls plead, meek and supine
As the whip crack feeds on his scars
Dead souls toil deep in the mine
Of the human abattoir
Every door an illusion
Every promise a lie
Spoken with eloquence by the men
Who built the machine
In poverty and confusion
Millions of children will die
And all we do is feed every carcass
To the machine
That feeds on bone machines
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2. |
Fool's Arcadia
08:40
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Standing at the edge of the precipice
Looking for a way to endure
Feed the monstrous tube at the orifice
Knowing there's no hope for a cure
How could you ever believe
Their pain wasn't in vain?
Torn by their silent screams
I'm just going insane
Numb in a torrent of memories
Bad case of déjà vu
Headless horses leading the cavalry
He could have stopped their pain
But we chose to save you
Clutching their remains
In a haze of blue...
Look into my eyes
Cross the great divide
Spread your wings and fly
Let my inner darkness be your guide
See them through my eyes
Touch them with my hands
Listen to their cries
Help me find a way to understand
Why we had to watch them waste away
How could we have gone so far astray?
I can't pretend that things
Will ever be the same
Somewhere inside I feed
A gnawing, ravenous shame
I can't deny I bet against them
In your game
I can't deny I wish
I had someone I could blame
For my fall...
For every dream
That ever lingered out of reach
For every thought
Of djinni bottles lost in the beach
For every stain
That all those tears could never bleach
For every lesson
Those two wasted lives had to teach
But I'm falling, thinking
Of thinking of you
Every rule we made we have broken
Most of what we shared has been lost
Every word that we've ever spoken
Twisted by betrayal of trust
How could I ever think
We would live through the crash,
When everything we've known
Has been lost in a flash?
Lost, like our nation of two
Torn by civil war
Looking for the road we once knew
To lead us back to the time and place
We shared before
When we were just a nation of two
Bound by warmth in the cold
Drunken on a magical brew
Old children chasing rainbows
Looking for gold
A fool's Arcadia we were sold
Two young fools...
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3. |
Man of Anger and Light
04:18
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Frail soul in a shroud of flame
Fear grows with every step he takes
Waiting for someone to call his name
Gasping for air inside a pit of snakes
All alone, eyes of stone
In silent protest
He will not rest
Until you set him free
From this world of hatred
Free from a world where injustice is king
And the pale, sly serpents
Snap and coil and hiss
Promise joy and bliss
Open wide and get your Judas kiss
He's the sincere assassin
He is a fury, forsaken and reborn
As a human time bomb
Hidden in plain view
Just like me and you
Broken halo battered black and blue
Bound by the chains
Of hope and despair
His mortal remains
Float through the air
No secret plan
No second sight
Only a man
Of anger and light
No crown of thorns
No reasons why
Naked and torn
You'll make him die
"Price you pay
When you play!"
Drowning in a tangled heap
Too bad, he got in way too deep
Crossing the rivers where angels weep
A frail soul, laid to sleep.
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4. |
Fascinoma
07:10
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5. |
Self-Erosion
06:03
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Something inside me lies broken
Injured, it hides away
Lines are drawn to isolate the pain
Keep all the wolves at bay
Howling with hateful derision
Lost in the dark I fear their cries
How can I flee from this prison
Shackled by my own vice?
Crippled inside by self-erosion
I have thrown my life away
All that remains is sound and motion
But I can't find the words I need to say;
The notes I need to play
To help you lay me to rest
Buried with the dreams of yesterday
Wounded by each passing hour
I wait for the killing blow
Keeping silent vigil in the dark
Kissed by the falling snow
Making me tremble and shiver
Watching the trail of every breath
Eddie past flakes that deliver
The icy chill of death
Crippled inside by self-erosion
I have thrown my life away
All that remains is sound and motion
But I can't find the words I need to say;
The notes I need to play
To help you lay me to rest
Buried with the dreams of yesterday
Born of lower caste
Not even gods may change the past
I climbed the mast
Reaching for the stars
But I hit the ground fast
Deaf iconoclast
Nowhere to run, the die is cast
Shock wave blast
Tearing through the bubble
Of a lie that couldn't last
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6. |
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Four year cycle begins
Big surprise, and idiot wins!
Tax cuts go a long way
To obscure their sins, yeah!
New agenda is clear
Watch your liberties disappear
Sold by rich old men
Who grow fat on your fear
So sure
Amnesia will cure
The poisoned facts;
Make then pure
Amnesia will help you feel secure...
Better dead than read
Die-hard bigotry fills your head
19th Century Fox
Helps the virus spread
So sure
Amnesia will cure
The poisoned facts;
Make then pure
Amnesia will help you feel secure...
It's the same old song
And the notes are wrong
Sung by Uncle Sam
And he don't give a damn
Gaze into the embers
Sift through the ash of the free
Find your spark and remember:
Smoke their pipe
Smile and shake hands
Turn and snipe
Steal all their lands
Bring them disease and betrayal
Rye suicide
This nation's erected upon genocide
This "great democracy"
Reeks of death and hypocrisy
Built on broken backs and slavery, BOY!
So stand proud!
Amnesia will cure
The poisoned facts;
Make then pure
Amnesia will help you feel secure...
It's the same old song
And the notes are wrong
Sung by Uncle Sam
And he don't give a damn
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7. |
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Children of the tribes,
Do you sleep at night?
How could you forget
The centuries of plight?
Victims of blind hate
Fear and persecution
Do you really have
So little shame?
Now the tide has turned
You deal the same
Fascist game.
You're so good with words,
Throw them left and right:
"Vengeance; Holocaust;
Now's our turn to fight!"
All six million lost
Pearls thrown to the swine
Nothing but a waste of human life
When you feed the hate in Palestine
Can you draw the line?
Recognize the vicious circle?
See your naked self in Palestine?
Can you draw the line
in Palestine?
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8. |
Timequake
05:31
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Timequake deep in the dead of night
Free will chained at dawn
Daybreak; second hand crimson light
Painting circles around the sun
Time skipped a beat
The past plays old refrains
Blue and bittersweet
We will suffer the pain
Again and again...
Timequake deep on the dead of night
Vision turning red
Taurus thrown in a ring to fight
Blindly charging the past ahead
Time tipped the scale
Age made me conform
Will to fight is frail
Cast away in the storm
Inertia is strong...
My time has passed
Lost with ashes at my feet
Deceived, and now
All those dreams taste bittersweet
Can't you see?
Life is just a dumb re-run
In circles we orbit the sun
All this pain
We have suffered in vain
While God had his fun
Timequake at the eleventh hour
Free will, free to go
We don't follow it down the tower
Bound by spiritual vertigo
Frightened we grope,
Afraid to stand up and choose:
Asphyxia or hope
Feel the tug of the noose
Just climb up the rope
Climb, monkey, climb!
Climb, monkey, climb!
Climb!
Abandon all hope
As you grope
Up the rope
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9. |
Rust in My Sleep
03:31
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Looking up through the water
Sinking down in the gutter
Drowning deep in the comfort
Of my dreams
Lost the compass of reason
Victim of my own treason
Water swallows the panic
Of my screams
In too deep
Walls too steep
No way to break free
From the gilded cage of fantasy
Dreaming...
Made a pact with the reaper
The coma keeps getting deeper
Think I'm well on my way
To Xanadu
The wine is turning sour
The clock is ticking the hour
The time is here
But I don't know what to do
In too deep
Walls too steep
No way to break free
From the gilded cage of fantasy
Lost in denial
Lies wryly spoken
Echo my calls
Downward spiral
Everything's broken
No way to break this fall
Don't give me your bullshit
Dime store therapy
Spare me your crap
And your "sympathy"
I'll dream my pain away
(Let me rust in my sleep)
Sleep the pain away
(Rust in my sleep)
Sleep the pain away...
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10. |
Snakes & Ladders
10:35
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The chemicals swarm to dance
The blueprint of man
Keeping step with the bleak
Natural plan
Evicting us out of the womb
Doing our time
Making us think we'll be able
To reach the sublime
But we are just glorified molten clay
That can breathe and can laugh and can play
We're just DNA
A chance array
Of stardust gone astray
And we'll fade away
Gone! When our clay returns to clay...
Snake God, giver of life
Makes mud rise from the mud
Double helical knife
Kills the weak among the flood
Brand new form?
Trim the mud!
Acid storms
Brew strong blood
Rivers where hatred will spawn
Breeds that kill those who oppose them
Blood that will feed upon blood
On the canvas of life
Sodden with strife
The brushwork is deft and sure
Sharp, lethal and pure
Every stroke helps you learn
Feed the chemical burn
Beautiful maladies
Grow inside you and me...
We're only clay
Soft, lonely clay
Snakes at the foot of the ladder
Poisoned our minds
Making us climb up the rungs
Deaf, dumb and blind
Acrobats dancing on tightropes
Braced for the fall
But all we have
Is the illusion of control
One bad throw
And down, down you go!
It's only a game
And the rules are plain:
You make a bad throw
And down you go!
So play without shame
Roll the bones in vain
We're moths
Lured towards the flame
That burns our hearts
When they yearn
We reach for the sky
Looking for signs
That we are part
Of the grand, master design
NO DICE!
The darkness of heaven
Is deaf to our cries
We are the eyes of the universe
Raised from the loan and silt
Living is dying, there's no reverse
On engines chaos built
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11. |
Bonus
00:06
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