LYRICS
ZONE ROCK
Lost my mind feasting on the future But you know when the drummer puts the pedal to the metal Shackled hungry to my wires But you know when the drummer puts the pedal to the metal Crunch my fingers to the number Coz you know when the drummer puts the pedal to the metal GET BACK TO THE HEAP
Plastic mountains from
the sky
Concrete raining on the oceans
The undead vampires never die
everything is
gonna be alright
Broken nervous veins of lightning
Collage
living in the spires
Fragments falling people dying
everything is
gonna be alright
Keep my pockets filled with light
Keep
on walking down the dull street
Hold my meaning in my sight
everything is gonna be alright
Get back to the heap
Where you belong
Keep eating the shit
That's been yours since you were born
GET EXCITED REDUX
Well I live in a daze
And I follow the craze
And I see through the haze
Enough to follow the craze
PATENT ON PISS
I've got a patent on piss
And that's one less person I have to kill
I've got a patent on piss
And I'm coming for you
FOR A SECOND
Don't slow down for a secondTrain your neural network
To find a new solution
Show me new rhythm
Add new parts to the equation
I'M NOT INTERESTED
Send me to the shopI will upgrade 'till I die
Consumer device
Never seems to work quite right
uh uh
EDO, DDR, SD,
my memory falls out of the sky on me
Hey Mr Marketing guy
Why don't you
cut yourself another slice of the pie
and make it a big one
And then
repeat after me
We will upgrade 'till we die
What does digital mean?
Count it on my eleven fingers
Hold one up, it
looks kind of obscene
I will upgrade 'till I die
SNARES AND STENCILS
Filling my mind with trivia every dayStencils of lightning
Snares of electricity
AIRSHIP CAPTAIN
Tie the seatbelt tighterFrom the seat I'm in
I can see a long long way
I'll get up and out of
it
Some day soon one day
Out through the window
I can see the grass
I can imagine stopping still
And getting out from behind this glass
GOTH ANTHEM
Cold my heart from the screen and the airWarm my heart from the screen from the air
Warm my heart from the print and the TV
Warm my heart from the hate from the stare
CYCLOPS OF INDUSTRY
In the pastel grey shroud
of stone drenched street
within the crowd
Solitude, separation
can be more continuously emphasised
Internal walls
reinforce external barriers
within the cyclops of industry
I'M NOT IN IT
I'm not in it
Fuck it off mate
Let it go
VUDOO PROXY
Voodoo proxy Voodoo proxySwing that arm
that elastic string
When we close the switch
that's
when to begin
Make a move
without a voice
Make a dance
without a choice
Spasm well
The moves will swell
The empty dance hall
In mechanical
hell