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Watching the Monsters
03:15
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Watching the Monsters - My eyes are glued to the scene
calculated and callous but they’re not trying to be mean
It’s all part of the programme
this is how to survive
fulfill the requirements for staying alive
(Em/G G Em/G G Dm/F F Dm/F F Em/G G Em/G Dm G)
All the instinctual responses
unconsciously deployed
there’s no self awareness as the opponent is destroyed
Efficient construction
with clear purpose in mind
evolved to perfection – they are so sleek and refined
There’s no waste there’s no excess
It’s all tight and precise
If it wasn’t so shocking I might think it was nice
All the long winded explanations
just make me so annoyed
there’s no need to overthink
the tactics they’ve employed (it’s the violence they enjoy)
Watch all the monsters appear on the screen
it’s like seeing a mirror if you know what I mean
It’s my favorite programme – teach us how to survive
teach us how to succeed and how to stay alive
All the instinctual responses
unconsciously deployed
there’s no need for regret as everything’s destroyed
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Burrow and Demand
03:19
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Your warm moist touch
I freeze and recede
complying to your insistence
burrow and demand my very nature is challenged
By the open mouth
and relentless embrace…
cold teeth and lips… tickle and tease
You do as you please
Dissolve me for your need
Take me in… take me now
before I pour lifeless to the floor
Tongue me… devour me…
engorge on my sweet…
I was made for you
made just for you.
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Follow Follow Follow the white line to success
the deception that creation leads to reception in movies & tv
maybe for them - it never happens for me....
Don't say it out loud keep a lid on it child
it's too hard to believe... But it's been like this for a while
You've all gone on to claim your rightful place
The glean on your shoes and your clean white face
Terrible things - done in your name
the illusion of choice the inflicting of pain
All the proud winners gonna claim their prizes
All the rigged races with no surprises
I have a sense I'm deluding myself.
I know i must be correct
But it's been like this for a while
I release a torrent of anger then immediate remorse..
I wish i hadn't said that- Backtrack on every word
Seems so much madder when you say it out loud I'm afraid of what you might think of we now.
Don't say it out loud...
I thought i was crazy - i still think it now
You act unaware-But i know that you know
Terrible things done to maintain the facade
you act unaware - But i-know-that-you-know
Stack the deck
Gaslight...
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I Can’t Feel My Skin
02:39
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I can’t feel my skin
I can’t feel my skin
That’s just normal I assume
It’s just the stuff that holds me in
It’s the barrier which is me
It’s the first thing that you see
I have burned – I have pierced it
But it will not go away
I am not my skin
I am not my skin
This thin layer of defence
Keeps you from getting in
It’s the barrier which is me
It’s the first thing that you see
I abhor it – I avoid it
In the mirror every day
Be unafraid to live in the skin that you’ve been given
You have worked it in to look like you and sealed it with a kiss
Wounds and scars – embellishments and blemishes
Blithely unaware of – their great responsibility
I can’t feel my skin
I can’t feel my skin
We’re all strangers in containers….
From the moment we begin.
Be unafraid to live … embellishments and blemishes
Why are we so unaware of our similarities?
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This Is Me
03:30
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Everybody wants a routine
Everybody want it to be easy
Everything giftwrapped on a silver platter
Everybody wants a guarantee
Everybody wants a leader
Everybody wants to be a child
Somebody to lay it out so we can blindly follow
Give us all the bright & shiny toys.
I am not everybody…
All the fools waiting to be chosen
Lining up and begging to be picked
wasting all their time – standing in the line
Braindead and staring at their feet
Everybody watches television
Everybody wants to be a star
Celebrities are gods made of silicone and rubber
Selling sex and driving fancy cars
I am not everybody…
Everybody watches television
Laughing, crying, screaming out for more
Submerged in stories concocted by half-wits
to sell soap and toothpaste and whores
I am not everybody…
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I Am
04:21
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8. |
Heard the News
05:00
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Yeah I heard the news… but I don’t want to believe it
Of all the things that could be said about you
But all these people – telling me things
I don’t want to hear
I want to hear you sing again
The way that you used to
Let the notes ring out again
Tell all the people – stop their noise
I don’t want to hear
I am sad for you
But I’m sad for me too
and I don’t want to stop listening to
the words that were so true (the songs that were so true)
Yeah it may be true but I don’t have to believe it
And if I want to be together with you
Forget the people – close my eyes and pretend you’re here.
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Cold Snap
02:53
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Cold Snap
Sun Shines
Nostalgia
Memories seen through sunglasses
The anguish gone - Just the longing remains
displaced... but i keep trying to capture
a snippet in time when everything seemed right
for a while... only a short while
I remember wanting to remain there forever
in that warm moment that let me forget everything else...
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S.T.F.U.
02:57
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You do all the talking - I don't want to listen
I keep waiting - but it never stops
Trying to get by - but you're in the way
They're all so impressed - with everything you say.
Can I get a witness? - is anybody there?
Shouting in a vacuum and chasing my own ass
Can I make a difference just talking to myself
You make yourself heard over everybody else.
You're a big star - the life of the party
They gave you all the authority
They're getting in line to stroke your saddle and your mane
Changed the meaning to suit you but the spelling is the same
You're the definition of wit and charisma
But you are not the boss of me
They value your opinion - that's why you always win
There's nothing between your ears - it's all under your skin.
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11. |
Coming Home (Josephine)
06:09
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Josephine I'm coming home
by the way I got your letter yesterday
big decisions I make on my own
they're not based on anything I might have read
a man has got to do it all on his own
stand up and face the world all alone and be strong
I can tell you feeling better
by the way - you don't hate me anymore
the decisions I made were for the best
they were based on anything anybody said
I said I've Got to do it all on my own
came into this world all alone
that's how I'll go
I need a name… I need a claim to fame…
I've got to make it on my own on…on my own
yeah I know that things were said
realize that some promises were made
I was young with a naïve moral code
you grow up and find nobody can live that way
they tell me no one does it all on his own
you've got to comply - follow the rules
what if I don't
Josephine I was a god
had the sense I could do almost anything
then you had to hold that mirror up for me
and I had no idea what I was supposed to believe
it's not my choice to do it all my own… I just can't find a place I belong… I can call home
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If You Really Loved Me
03:28
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It’s taken too long to sort out the rules
She said out of nowhere – breaking the silence
We’re sitting here staring at things on a screen. With no adventure left in our hearts.
We wanted more – when we were young and naïve
But then we grew up to be sober and wise
Because we knew better than dreaming out loud
we had to fit in and blend with the crowd.
I know that you hate me for clipping your wings
I understand how it’s easier to blame
You handed me your reins and I gave you mine
With so many choices who wants to drive?
We wanted more when we were young and naïve
we grew up and found we’d already died
Didn’t know enough to hold on to life
Should have worn black when you made me your wife
IF you really loved me
You’d throw it all away
wouldn’t give a moments thought to starting all over again…
If I knew you loved me
more than all the things
then all the sadness and all the pain
would all just go away…
We wanted more than to end up like this
for years we have been barely alive
There was a time when we knew better
I wish we could think like that again
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