1. |
Grey Matter
03:32
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Grey matter cells
Fury, rage
In this oversized and faulty brain
Synapse is broken
Blue screen of death
I'm forced to take the leap of faith
I have good friends that hold my head
And help me out when my body fails
And it's frightening
My vision's blackening
It's time, reboot, turn
Off the switch
Grey matter cells
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2. |
End of the line
04:29
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You've seen examples of
Successful ones
You've asked yourself what was it?
What they had done
When the world tries to stop you
And brings you rain
Low self esteem
Take this tip
And make a deal
With your soul and fight the dark
You've got to find out what keeps you alive
You've got to make it till the end of the line
Be careful not to
Bail out now
It's not about recognition
Feet on the ground
When the fools
That surround you
Give up their dreams
You've got to sin
And kill your fears
And make a deal
With yourself and fight the dark
You've got to find out what keeps you alive
You've got to make it till the end of the line
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3. |
Invader
03:25
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Invader of my living space
Invader of my personal time
You came along to seize
The last little bit of me
You made me feel the need
Of making love to you
But I knew...
That nothing was what I perceived
I was tied, immobilised
To a screen
Invader of my memories
You came along to seize
The last little bit of me
You made me feel the need
But I knew...
A fool I was
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4. |
Meteors
03:17
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Look at the scars
In their innocence
Look at the bones
Of them children
Beneath the bombs
Lack of mercy
Beneath the bombs
They say goodbye
And they fall like rain
And they fall like meteors
Is it god out there?
Send the soldiers
Of peace and freedom
Send the soldiers
To heal their wounds
Stop your greed and hatred
Stop your missiles
Beneath the bombs
They say goodbye
And they fall like rain
And they fall like meteors
Is it god out there?
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5. |
Good Profit
04:14
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Just walking on the subway
Around midnight time
Now you'll be drinking bad wine
At old fancy bars
You're making some good profit
In the smiles of the crowd
I know your words are empty
Like a ghost town
With people around
Caring about how you do
I ain't got no one
But I'll pretend I do
Got an eye to suss out bad ones
And it's set on you
I know your words are empty
And they have no truth
For I found this man
Growling at you
The one part of me
That knows what to do...
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