One time, One Place. One single place. Erotic dreams. Distorted seams. Decrepit hands. Lay down your plans. for meltdown. . I'm gonna take you down. to the ground.
we fight. we rule. symbols of depression. don't will to conquer. like borders obsolete. species from the earth. eradicate exterminate all. in the name of progress.
Through waves they shift. Below they hide. Corporate killers. Side by side. . Process this signal. Final post. Global defiance. No hope for most. . In form of liquid.
Bodies ?. Signal to receive. Blood stained hands. No eyes to see?. No one is the winner. Who is to blame. Underneath the uniform. We're all the same. .
The time has come to make a stand. No compromise in sight. No more words, it's time to act. The battle has begun. The battle has begun. . I can't hold back the rage no more.
Standing in the corner. . Ordered it's time to go. . Who has self-control?. Conflict in the making. . It may just stand for reason. Only for the soul.
[Incomprehensible]. Keeping the brain going with micro shocks. . Melted faces. Fractured cells. Implanted memories. Syringe of hell. . Crippled mutants.
Big money, big guns. . Yet, as the threat of war is ever more remote. What's the moral challenge of our day?. What, what's the moral?. . Big money, big money, big gun.
This mark of impalement burned on my skin is immoral. The shackle of frailness confines one to crawl with one self. A smell of corrosion forcefully clashes within.
Breaking, all these rules you made for me. Running, through these mine fields set for me. Burning, in the fire you fueled for me. Laughing at the anger you've thrown my way.
Understand with reason. Cause their ain't no way of pleasin'. . Cause the thing that's in effect. . Turns out to be respect. . Gotta get up. . Gotta get down.
Get up, do what you want. Before, before it's too late. Don't, don't worry yourself. What others try and think. . Kick down the door. To hell for more.
"In rebel control". "peacekeeping". "militants... counterattack". "the intelligence and security... have been captured alive". "committed". "national security advisor...".
Rows and rows of crosses. Standing in the sand. Statues of the fallen. Watching over this land. . The tombs of unknown soldiers. Lay tilted in decay. Another year passes.
The victors, the vanquished, We are one in essence,. The vision, the vastness, God-willing our presence,. The sorrow, the stiling, The lesser still yearning,.
Acts of vengeance. Violent to behold. Conflict on demand. Still no state of hold. You agitate you agitate you agitate feelings. You agitate you agitate you agitate my feelings.
He's a freak not a man. Antihero, a sycophant?. . After dark comes the man?. Masked invader, feel the hand. . New horizons, endless thoughts. Self will burnout, transparent walls.
No color on this face of death. No shadow falls on his last breath. What are we fighting for?. . No more devotion in his eyes. No longing moments, no more goodbyes.
(lyrics written and sung by Kristy Thirsk). . The lessons were all learned. My soul has charred, what they burned. 'Til the end of time. So silence shamed me.