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Goya II
01:43
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I’ve never felt so cotton-tongued. This dry mouth - this drought of free thinking. Take the reigns, take the rains. Truth has died and justice comes next but will she rise again? These are the disasters, the disasters of war! Chain! Chain! Chain! Chain! Hope lies in her grave with futility gaining fast. These are the disasters, the disasters of war! Or are they just the chains - The chains! The chains! - of international law? Crocodile heads in bishops’ cloaks and there’s no hope for the Jesuits. Is this a dream or some kind of history – can we have a future if we forget our past? All eyes, all eyes, all eyes, all eyes, all eyes on your lies.
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Nerves
02:53
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This isn't life, am I just a character: another paragraph in your biography? You say I live forever on this page, but the book I read was in your eyes. I’m a chemical reaction; I'm a Breakfast of Champions; I’m a spark on a cord and the fire that it sets. I can't take this destructive testing and I won't sleep until I get some answers. I’m a chemical reaction; I'm a Breakfast of Champions; I’m a spark on a cord and the fire that it sets. Why do the birds still sing when they’re afraid? And why is it so hard to leave this cage behind? This idea has just occurred to me, but is it truth or just rotating machinery? So fill your plate. The buffet's open and it's all pre-paid. All that you can eat, and in every form, and you can sure throw it down yourself! Look at you, you're a mess! Do you ever feel it getting stuck? Choking on that chicken wing. And out there somewhere someone is keeping tabs, so look at yourself and clean yourself up. All that you can eat and in every form, and you can sure throw it down yourself! Oh, you're such a mess.
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Kingmaker
02:56
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We're on the origin of species and the endless ending of our own as those metal spires rise in the waning dusk glow. Way past revenge for forgotten acts; overemphasis on nothing at all. Rigged up and wronged we were all so strung along and the cross on this page marks the day democracy died. We need fear, need destruction; we need words of instant threat; need the structure, need the safety; we need proof of sewn collapse. Nothing cuts like the cries of victims' joy; the votes are so hard to count when the difference is nothing and no-one. If this territory looks familiar it's because we've covered this ground before. Again and again and again and again. I know you know my voice - my throat - is hurting but I hope, I hope and I hope and I hope and I hope and I hope you're hurting too.
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Solitude (My War)
01:42
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The technology we bought; the battles that we fought; the success that we thought we had was all for nothing. I am another: the same as my enemy. Same as he ever was. Cold comfort. Cold comfort. Nothing new for you; nothing new for me. With all the action that this faction has seen, from schoolyard to battlefield it's time to take stock. Control. Control and conquer. Bottlenecked! I'm bottlenecked! There's no way back so I push harder down this beaten track. I'm burning bridges, I'm burning towns, but I'm fighting to lose my war this time: and maybe I'm just "one of them" after all.
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Firetrap
02:02
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A barrier of sorts - a blockade, a wall! - they'll do anything to stop us coming to port. No way! To fight such wild fire! You've gotta wonder what comes next as the eagle's claws rip through flesh. No way! To fight such wild fire! It's spreading fast - from door to door. From sea to shining sea, from shore to shore. Like a burning stampede they run. Like a burning stampede they can't escape. Closed, and cooked. Medium rare. The coast, the coast - the cliff face. All teeth bare now this cornered dog on the backlash with no sense of home and no direction. No hand to feed it - it's cut at the wrist. Like a burning stampede they run. Like a burning stampede they can't escape.
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Product
02:23
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Full of destructive insincerity I'm blinded by comfort but somewhere, sometime, there just has to be a limit. You can't buy good habits when you fill the same pockets. We've all been young, jealous of everything. Detached by our youth. Carbon copied but repackaged, it's such a beautiful disguise. We've all been young, jealous of everything. Detached by our youth. Soft focus on the hardest of times - those lips will sell what you can't afford. Full fat body of the thinnest of lies - those hips will sell a world that was never hers. Retouched but never enough. Retouched by never - never ever enough! Soft focus on the hardest of times - those lips will sell what you can't afford. Full fat body of the thinnest of lies - those hips will sell a world that was never hers. I know you wanna kiss those lips, but we forget the issues. We pick up the bills, but never the misused.
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Pine Barons
02:41
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Fill your barge and take it to market. Bring protection - you're my next target - and I'll be waiting to take my toll. Timber! And that's how it falls but still so far from demand. What's your cost of labour; what's your price for lumber? Timber! And that's how it falls with transport and logistical issues. You're on my map; you're in my sights. Timber! And that's how it falls - danger in the wilderness. All eyes on the trees; all knives in the dark. So fill your barge - Fill it up! Fill it up! Fill it up! - as high as you want it to go - To the top! To the top! To the top! - because you know that your market demands it. They need it all, they need it all. And you know that it will burn like any other would.
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Binary
08:05
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Build your house on sand and it will sink. Too much censorship. Too much mediation. There's too much bullshit set in motion. Everything is virtual, it's just illusion. My next best escape is oh so elusive. Build your house on sand and - you know - it'll sink. It'll sink! It'll sink! Too much censorship. Too much mediation. There's too much bullshit set in motion. Everything is virtual, it's all illusion. Just tell me - Tell me! Tell me! - what's the cheat code? I wanna skip this level! Bury my head! I don't wanna see it! Bury my head! Make me oblivious! Bury my head! I can't even feel it! Bury my head! This is never the way things should ever have become. Black tape across my eyes and this fucking century no longer makes any sense to me. What I wanna know is when will it end? Will we be dead? Will the files survive? Will we be dead? Will be dead? Is this the final curtain call for us?
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Solitude (My Love)
07:00
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One hundred years have passed but it could easily have been a day. Clocks are no use in this town we tell time by the rains. This house is big enough to keep us apart for years at a time but too small to entertain our tangled web of lives. Our lies shift like sands in the stormy weather of our lust. Death came late to this town but sure as hell made up for lost time. Mechanical. Emotionless. Violence for added value. Disperse the workforces; let no attachment be made. Our lies shift like sand in the stormy weather of our lust. I can't say for sure what's for the best but somehow I've made the same mistake twice. I've left fulfilment behind in favour of uncertainty. Like I said I don't know if it's right or wrong but somehow I've made the same mistake again. I've left fulfilment behind in favour of an unknown future. One hundred years and what do we have to show for it as these pages blow away? One hundred years have passed but what have we seen? What have we learned? We've seen birth; we've seen lies; we've seen love; we've seen death in endless ending unending repetition. Birth; lies; death; repeat. Birth; love; death; repeat.
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