1. |
A Warning
04:01
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So all this is yours, it was never ours
As if we had the chance, a will to power
Drain it all down, every single drop
As if there was a way to make them stop
A warning not to be young
Warning not to grow old
Warning not to be ordinary
Warning we will grow cold
Crippled by debt and fear
Warning not to be young
Warning not to fall ill
And we must not fight the dying light
If we have a future then it's not here
In apathetic trance, my generation's shame
Don't believe the hype, this is no game
Instant nostalgia my generation's flaw
Yearning for halycon days of weeks before
A warning not to be young
Warning not to grow old
Warning not to be ordinary
Warning we will grow cold
Crippled by debt and fright
Warning not to be young
Warning not to fall ill
And we must not fight the dying light
Warning from history
Rings true today
A warning not to be young
Warning not to grow old
Warning not to be ordinary
Warning we will grow cold
Crippled by debt and fear
Warning not to be young
Warning not to fall ill
And we must not fight the dying light
If there is a future then it's not here
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2. |
Born Again
02:00
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That which has died will be born again
That which they built we will burn again
What happens when the symbols matter
When newer meanings cannot be erased
Rather than inane idle chatter
Their institutions we must raze
That which has died will be born again
Into the cleansing fire we will burn again
What happens when the symbols matter
And the Gods are false Gods
Devised to divide
When you cease your idle chatter
I'll see you on the other side
We must wound more than their pride
I'll see you on the other side
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3. |
Snapshots
04:01
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Build it up and stack it high
Gotta get away, this scum must die
Build them up and stack them high
Buildings are burning, blood in the streets
The truth drowned out by marching feet
But that's no reason to admit defeat
Not yet
Bend
Break
Snap
Shake
Bend, and break
They snap and shake
Wiping his hands as he walks from the grave
The everyman's conscience vile and depraved
And now I'm tired of blacks and whites
On the left and the right
Of straights and of gays
And those inclined other ways
And that moron in the mirror
His views are unsound
Someone put him down
Bend
Break
Neck snap
Shake
Bend
Break
Snap
Shake
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4. |
Seize The Day
03:42
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"You could be the wolf"
We're ready for the world
We're going to seize the day
We're ready now to take control
Before they take it all away
We're ready to begin
It's going to be fun
And you know we can't give in
Til they acknowledge that we've won
We're ready for the world
We're going to seize the day
We're going to laugh indulgently
Pretend they'll have their say
They whisper in their sleeves
Too terrified to lead
And I'm in no rush to leave
Permission to listen
My medium, my mission
They rule by division
We need some revision
Permission to listen
My medium, my mission
They rule by division
It's time for
Revision
And I know you're hungry
And I know you're sore
I'll lead you to where we'll be safe and secure
And I know you're tired
And I'm falling sick
We'll soar ever higher
Or both sink like bricks
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5. |
Your Icarus
03:53
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I'm so tired of myself
Sometimes I wish I was someone else
And I'm terrified of change
But I'm even more scared I'll stay the same
It's the same when I rise as when I fall
Lift me up your Icarus
It's the same when I fall as when I soar
Be there when these wax wings melt
- Samples of personal significance -
It's the same when I rise as when I fall
Lift me up your Icarus
It's the same when I fall as when I soar
I flew too close to the sun
I'll be okay
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6. |
Broken Anthem
03:32
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Some of us don't have it in us
To maintain that we were winners
When all you love is under attack
Will you run to the hills or stay and fight back
Some of us don't have it in us
To mouth the lie that we were winners
When all you love is under threat
Will you forgive, will you forget?
You and I in culling come
Truth and beauty struck me dumb
Sandalphon whispers in dreams
The hum of beauty drowns fascist screams
They claim we won, I know we lost
On every street you can see the cost
I look into the darkening sun
Shocked to my core by what we've done
Some of us don't have it in us
To mouth the lie we were the winners
When all we love is under attack
Will you run to the hills or stay and fight back?
Some of us don't have it in us
To pretend we were all winners
When all you love is under threat
Will you forgive, will you forget?
And tolerance implies that we have transgressed
And yet we claim, we claim we've progressed
Tolerance implies some past transgression
React to the suggestion with maximum aggression
Rise
Incite
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7. |
Europe's Missing Sons
04:46
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"With savages the weak in body or mind are soon eliminated"
Pale magma cascade down
The infant volcano
I was ready and able
Still unwilling
Til now I was silent
In this language of violence
Til this sheep dressed as wolves
Made a killing
Don't turn to the right, not out of spite
For it achieves nothing
They speak of honour and pride
Words with nothing inside
Europa is suffering
Don't turn to the right, not out of spite
For it achieves nothing
Just stick to your guns
Europe's missing sons
You can beat your tin drum
Til you shake and you cum
You're ready and willing
But unable
Romanticised rhetoric
And licentious lies
What else do the right bring to the table?
(Nothing)
Don't turn to the right, not out of spite
For it achieves nothing
They speak of honour and pride
But there's nothing inside
Europa is suffering
Please stick to your guns
Europe's missing sons
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8. |
Blood Money
05:44
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Black suns rose over Europe's missing son
Pink triangle shone over Russia's dark dawn
They tried to speed up the end of the world
But their old Gods are impotent, hate filled
And infirm
Rats bloat cat-size under yellow felt stars
Black velvet sky, like our vivid daymares
The blood of martyrs runs through resevoirs
Skinless throats sing tracheotomy hymns
And some make money from hatred
And some make money from fear
And some make money from hunger
And some make money from bigotry
And some make money from politics
And some from religion
It's all blood money
And this great world is brimming with blood
In a past life I know I may have been
A vestal virgin, next a warrior queen
Now no longer armed, my words are my sword
To carve an imagined better life its own reward
Down here on the killing floor, disease is rife
Me and you and Blind Joe Death
The sickle sisters
Turn the sickles onto the fickle
Words cannot express my love
Stray syllables trickle
And some make money from hatred
And some make money from fear
And some make money from hunger
And some make money from bigotry
And some make money from politics
And some from religion
It's all blood money
And this great world is brimming with blood
When the dying sun paints every sickly face red
And all turns to ash here below
When the grinding pulse of industry finally stops dead
After the fire will come the deepest snow
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9. |
In Shadow
02:46
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Fighting your demons is rarely easy
Avoiding the shadows is often hard
Just tell yourself I can get through this
The mantra on your lips I can do this
We all need a goal to strive for
A cause we would be willing to die for
For me in this moment that's you
But I know you'd flee if you knew
Fighting my demons at the moment I'm losing
Not wallowing this was not of my choosing
I sink into a long grey haze
That swallows up all my nights and days
For months
And I need a goal to strive for
Something that is worth staying alive for
For me in the moment that's you
And any sign you feel this way too
My heart soars anew
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10. |
Translucid
03:44
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translucent dreamer
pore over your work
spread over the floor
poured over your world
keep the door shut
we'll keep them at bay
no ifs and no buts
we'll keep them away
translucid mind
you'll keep me pure
I'll bolt the windows
You board the doors
I'll keep my mouth shut
and your ideas form
now you're all but mute
i'll cease my word swarm
translucent boy
pore over your words
they're all that we have now
existence is blurred
noises and flickers that haunt me at night
don't take it away
don't take this away
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