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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
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Take up your arms pick up your courage
A black sun is rising as the gods of europe sleep
Come back into your strength awaken
Catastrophes atrocities shall summon you my love
Glory glory how we wait in europe
What have they done, what are they doing?
The place i love so butchered ravaged scarred and raped
The years have passed us still we're fighting
'til once again somewhere green lands shall be in sight
Glory glory how we wait in europe
Glory glory how we watch in europe
The day humanity is over
Let nations east and west tremble at the sight
'til standard bearers' eyes are hungry
And reason dead forever - god let it be soon
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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
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You're alone in the pack
You're feeling like you wanna go home
You're feeling life's finished,but you keep on going
The reason is there
You won't find it till you've been and gone because you're living a hoax!
Someones got you sussed!
Dull your brain, or seek inspiration
You feel illusion,and then you finally say transfer
Transorm a machine, to play with your head
So you can stand back and watch,or take part and learn
If you don't know the game,then you're still part of it
Because out on the streets it's strange
To see the show
Knowing full well that you're on the range
Dodge the bullets! or carry the gun,the choice is yours
Look at the controller
A Nazi with a social degree
A middle-class hero
rapist with your eyes on me
A priest of masturbation,a priest yeh to the nuns you fuck
You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance,but Jesus wouldn't like it
No
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we must play our lives like soldiers in the field
but life is short i'm running faster all the time
strength and beauty destined to decay
so cut the rose in full bloom
'til the fearless come and the act is done
a love like blood, a love like blood
everyday through all frustration and despair
love and hate fight with burning hearts
'til legends live and man is god again
(and self-preservation rules the day no more)
we must dream of promised lands and fields
that never fade in season
as we move towards no end we learn to die
red tears are shed on grey
'til the fearless come and the act is done
a love like blood, a love like blood
'til the fearless come and the act is done
a love like blood, a love like blood
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You have a choice, we are your voice
Red, blue or yellow.
We will blow away the green
Another five lane motorway
(You'll never get a referendum anyway)
Funny handshakes. insider dealing
Et in arcadia. arcadia ego
Backhanders and salamanders
A powerhouse that is morally
Mechula
I'm sorry democracy is changing
I'm sorry democracy is changing
I'm not a slogan or a badge
Or a cross in the ballot box
Neither values or objectives
You do not represent my deepest
Thoughts and wishes
Education in obsolete skills
Stereotyping and media projection
Industrial psychologists
Plan a campaign that is financed by
Big business
You have a choice, we are your voice
Red, blue or yellow.
We will blow away the green
Another five lane motorway
(You'll never get a referendum anyway)
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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
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You're alone in the pack
You're feeling like you wanna go home
You're feeling life's finished,but you keep on going
The reason is there
You won't find it till you've been and gone because you're living a hoax!
Someones got you sussed!
Dull your brain, or seek inspiration
You feel illusion,and then you finally say transfer
Transorm a machine, to play with your head
So you can stand back and watch,or take part and learn
If you don't know the game,then you're still part of it
Because out on the streets it's strange
To see the show
Knowing full well that you're on the range
Dodge the bullets! or carry the gun,the choice is yours
Look at the controller
A Nazi with a social degree
A middle-class hero
rapist with your eyes on me
A priest of masturbation,a priest yeh to the nuns you fuck
You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance,but Jesus wouldn't like it
No
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I was born to see two thousand years
Of man's effect upon the planet
Extinction seems to be a plausible risk
Whatever happens well I'm part of all this
My life I've been waiting for this moment
All my life I've been waiting for this moment to come
Taste the salt of my tears
Take the wealth of my years
Singing in the millennium with you
[Resolutions for show]
Old ways don't seem to know
Singing in the millennium with you
Fire burn all our uncertainties
Water wash away impurities
Contradictions and predictions abound
Yes i believe that we can turn it around
My life I've been waiting for this moment
My life I've been waiting for this moment
All my life I've been waiting for this moment
All my life I've been waiting for this moment to come
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Man watching video
The bomb keeps on ticking.
He doesnt know why
He's just cattle for slaughter.
The Requiem
The Requiem
The Requieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem
When the meaningful words
When they cease to function
When there's nothing to say
When will they start plotting against you
The requiem
The requiem
The requieeeeeeeeeeeeeem
Only a hint of religion
Uncensored truths for the novelty.
the sound of breaking glas
this is a reflection
The requiem
The requiem
The requiem
The
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She talks of supernatural aeons that we'll make
She says "look behind the wave of changes" feel the future taking shape
I can see tomorrow
I can see the world to come
I can see tomorrow
Hear the pandemonium
I ask her of her next of kin and loved ones in her care
She gestures all around her then she whispers "everywhere
"There is no nuclear family required any more
"My parents are the village and the village is the law"
She said "unlearn you must forget the values that you hold
"Life is not longevity and beauty is the only goal"
Cymbals that crash and pipes of pan awaken from your trance
There is no retribution here see how the heathen dance
* extra lyrics -- singles only *
The prisoner sat motionless, his cell was six by four.
He walked to the horizon without walking through the door.
We found ourselves converging as we walked towards the sun.
Apart from all discussion, we were functioning as one.
I can see tomorrow
I can see the world to come
I can see tomorrow
Hear the pandemonium
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