Fractured signs, they waste my time They concentrate, they take what's mine Lost they move like fractured ghosts To empty heads in empty lines Trapped
Something more graceful felt like leading you to war It sounds so distasteful, more than what you're fighting for More flights of stairs derailed, your
We have been worthless, we have been safe In minds belittled by the threat of our own ice age A fall distorts us and where we've been Rewriting bastards
You must have seen me miles away Cannon weight on a steel blade The night composed of wires alarms The enemies agrees to make All my weapons burnt of
M E N A C E M E N A C E M E N A C E M E N A C E The risk is worth taking it's a shapeless rage All analysis B-listed on the back page It's a crime made
Someone leans against the mirrored marvel Reflecting rascals, anemic article The part you least expected It commands, expand A flawless life form the
Area life, concrete mission with a black light Area life, you never listen to the dog's bite Watch what you do, every border is in front of you Watch
Cynical, affordable Lashed down like heaven sent intangible Lucrative, initiative Unbreathing forces stoked on sedatives Fraternize, romanticize Bring
Clock fast ticky tocky undermined Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine Damage addict Damage addict Damage addict Damage addict Damage, damage Work fast damage
Too much ice on the outside Too much time, to get out There vacant sways Become angry, nothing faced Nothing followed It's a vice of disciples Lapse
Poke me with your talk, Ben, fuck I'm too close to decide Seems like the page never lied Do you see the fiction at your front door? This time it's not
to hear about the damage?? Do you want to hear about the damage? Do you want to hear about the damage? Do you want to hear about the damage? Do you
All aboard, the ride goes faster Being driven by the spooky bastard Look left, dirt infested Living large with the debt invested Gung ho, Mr. Murder
From the moment I woke In receipt of a blackmail note And these curious eyes A new disease of the last seen eyes A live Christ in the city I got my black
I need to go to the place where the blackouts live Need to roll like a corpse to the graveyard shift Couldn't ask for more cold than a collapsing rock
I am your top ten severed I am your number one Reduced to fictions dance floor And take delirium A man of seasoned syndromes Programming mysteries A
Baby, why'd you wake me? Is it my idea of eyes, a thousand sleeping eyes? It's creeping up to you like peepshow ghosts they do A sorry fault of mine will
