Woorden: The Tic Tok Men. Flatline.
Up until the daylight but never feeling quite right till we're strobed out and traced engulfed in blacklight sweating creatures overcome the need the greed the chemical intervention hypertension the noise we breathe gasp for air feel the dominance the power touch the turbulence now numb the ringing in the ear the sweet caresses of the fear bring it up and hold the light the vision now in sight we try to reach too high towards expulsion this desire now higher on fire close the eyes and dive right in disciples of the sin of flesh and light and noise and life screams with urgency as youth drips from these tired veins it stings this tool but no salvation for the fool
straight into the headlight blinded only by the foresight knowing someday someway we all achieve the flatline knowing nothing truly matter now we all resort to random acts our superstructures are chipped away life limb original sin we make it up as we go along shout slogans from the day before while others fall from pure selfworth isn't that what we were contacted for restless sleepless wandering we'll abuse our senses till they scream bloodletting for redemption self contamination we reticule our fallen then kicking them while they're fast asleep we cover eyes then we turn away then others start the cycle once again we feel the morning come wet flesh on this tired soul no redemption for the weak at heart no salvation for the fool
no one has the time for sleep the body aches the muscles weak but headstrong not long minds collapse from memory leak just shove us to the edge again lift us up and hold our hands and lead us to the pit a kiss good bye as we jump right in the flame feed the burning love the lust it will hold you up and sweat until we're going down into the brink of sanity turn it on and hold the light the vision now in sight we try to reach too high towards expulsion this desire now higher on fire close the eyes and dive right in disciples of the sin of flesh and light and noise and life screams with urgency as youth drips from these tired veins it stings this tool but no salvation for the fool
(Thanks to James for these lyrics)
straight into the headlight blinded only by the foresight knowing someday someway we all achieve the flatline knowing nothing truly matter now we all resort to random acts our superstructures are chipped away life limb original sin we make it up as we go along shout slogans from the day before while others fall from pure selfworth isn't that what we were contacted for restless sleepless wandering we'll abuse our senses till they scream bloodletting for redemption self contamination we reticule our fallen then kicking them while they're fast asleep we cover eyes then we turn away then others start the cycle once again we feel the morning come wet flesh on this tired soul no redemption for the weak at heart no salvation for the fool
no one has the time for sleep the body aches the muscles weak but headstrong not long minds collapse from memory leak just shove us to the edge again lift us up and hold our hands and lead us to the pit a kiss good bye as we jump right in the flame feed the burning love the lust it will hold you up and sweat until we're going down into the brink of sanity turn it on and hold the light the vision now in sight we try to reach too high towards expulsion this desire now higher on fire close the eyes and dive right in disciples of the sin of flesh and light and noise and life screams with urgency as youth drips from these tired veins it stings this tool but no salvation for the fool
(Thanks to James for these lyrics)
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