( Sneaker Pimps / Live track ). . (I will lie no more). . Different ways of counting. Fingers running thru your hair. Ten to twenty or some. Thirty days and nights not there.
( Unemployed in summertime EP ). Early morning when the sky is black. And your fingers taste of really strong spice. Early morning when the sky is black.
High tails, and low tails. Love has knowledge. Story on story. Would you marry me?. . 23 lies you told. Many more lives you hold. . Thought I could believe.
A thousand people yell. Shouting my name. But I wanna die in this moment. I wanna die. . And a thousand people smile. Smiling at me. But I wanna die in this moment.
Chosen for this brutality. You see no sign you're unaware. this is the start of the atrocity. That will send you far beyond repair. Trapped inside yourself.
From the album: for whose advantage. . Black days for humanity. Suffer the pain, the futility. Select few with immunity. Not the case for the majority.
Entangled in a web or sordid lies. No hope until I walk with open eyes. The way I feel I can't express. We trust each other less and less. Twisted thoughts and twisted deeds.
Seek the perfect race your knowledge you provide. Is this a worthwhile cause or just genocide?. Torment and despair alone and cast aside. No sympathetic ears to hear their cries.
An age that's in decline. The blind lead the blind. Live from day to day. Nothing here yet you stay. Painful memories you recall. Nothing left for you at all.
Invented by the human mind. Not knowing what was real. What sort of god lets people die?. Yet still to him you kneel. Only hypocrites and sinners. Feel they have something to gain.
It's everything we do while we're here. A fear or a thought, a feeling or a dream. Touch it and taste it, breathe it all in. Say what you feel, things aren't what they seem.
Corporate decisions made each day. Affecting everyone. Commercial growth is all that counts. Not harming anymore. Invade in trust, ideals unjust. Hide your reality.
There's something eating at the man,. He's a slave to the sound,. The puppeteers fly high above the ground,. No heart, the beast took its toll,. The corporation pumping black in his soul,.
Written about to death. Around for another breath. The cops will run. The masses will flow. Killed by consolidation. Killed by saturation. The underground will correct.