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Дата випуску: 19.10.2008
Мова пісні: Англійська
Man Or Machine |
Stripped of your visitation rights |
It’s godfather analog |
A reinvention of the secret weapon |
Eat the apple |
Eve and atom bomb |
Demeaning meaning |
You’re a two-stepper |
Running backwards |
Leap into the deep abyss |
Flash your thirsty teeth |
Reaching for a cash purse |
Wishing bone |
Crack a rib |
Crash the high horse from broken land of all hopelessness |
And leave it as it is |
Dead and beat |
Feetless sober wit over with |
Slowly leading to the pit by hand |
BBQ smoke and nosey kids |
Dove into the Zoser mentality |
Like pass around degrees as we approach the end |
The time is now |
How did it even come to this? |
Run and get your lost minded infant |
Good riddance |
Chapter one is over |
Really I’m in control of what I thought you already knew |
Climbing towards infinity |
With the ability to remake the living arrangement come true |
For instance we claim to be innocent |
You’re polluting the mind misused |
Your mind is shallow as an open grave |
Empty promises |
The piss blood pumps thru the heart |
With shards of glass and paper thin consciousness |
Market to the mass land populous |
It’s on and poppin' |
At the mountain top |
Ready for collapsing on a village |
Local locksmith with guns cocked |
An automatic upgrade |
Hail stops |
It’s raining bullets on a long awaited bomb’s drop |
Countdown to 2012 |
Hell’s crossfire sells itself without any low-grade demon’s help |
Let’s rock and roll |
Lock and load |
Stop drop and roll |
And salute the liberty until it rocks the bells |
Assemble Voltron |
You got served |
Inside scoop according to the venue |
What’s to happen to the world now? |
Making until you remember our past life rescued |
Reincarnated |
Hyper extended peace love ballads |
Dance Dance Revolution |
Two-step in the name of organizing malice |
What’s the world coming to? |
No satellites despite us monitored to get along |
What happen to actual fact? |
They broke it down in fractions in this song |
Are they man or machine now? |
Disassemble readjust |
We’re just cyborgs formed at the spleen |
How about a hand for admirers and fans |
Making the transformation into stars |
Out the favorite starving artist’s blistering fingertips and random thought |
Mutated |
Manufactured and mass marketed |
Hell of a plan for a bunch of narcissists |
Scheming grand eloquently |
So fuck it |
Run with the pack |
Save yourselves |
And let your savior pick up the slack |
Self-mutilation isn’t only a once-a-week ritual |
It’s a necessity |
Glam in fact |
Guide your people blindfolded through the gauntlet |
With their hands tied behind their back |
And let them make their own decisions |
Falling off the edge |
Rare moments I’ve compared to the end of the world |
We’ve learned more then we asked for |
Can’t complain |
It helps me maintain my sense of emotion to the brain |
Sentiment and action to the uses aligned and arranged |
Still I was going on |
Slingshot bypassing the obvious change |
'Cuz temporary satisfaction |
Floats through the brains of men |
Like if it every really happened |
And it all just came and went |
And sin’s a deadliest attraction |
And the devil she plays to win |
Make reality what you imagine |
And one thoughts where it all begins |
And I’m completely and utterly unimpressed by your animation |
It’s canned amazement |
Couldn’t caress a woman’s desperation |
Of a young man’s gun damned nation |
Old soul that demolish your road home |
No safe haven |
A safe way out |
Earth quaking |
No explosive |
Pole vaulting to thin air |
You catapulted from your fact lift |
Hello my fair derivative comrade |
Sadly the mistakes I’ve made stayed |
Wouldn’t trade anything in the world to replace my alpha and omega miss had |
Along with my feelings towards life |
Forget that |
Hate it |
But you gotta love it |
I got some energy moving along despite measurements of the mishaps |
What’s the world coming to? |
No satellites despite us monitored to get along |
What happen to actual fact? |
They broke it down in fractions in this song |
Are they man or machine now? |
Disassemble readjust |
We’re just cyborgs formed at the spleen |
Projectiles |
Reptiles |
And all sorts of things that go bump in the nightmare |
John Mayer compared to rock and roll? |
Down to the riverbanks |
Closed down tomorrow |
We’ll be open |
Moping around looking for something to get into |
Yes so you are to believe missing? |
I seen you in person |
Press the key |
Whodini friends |
How many of us actually even have them? |
Not that you’re the one |
Just because you’re planning to make it |
Opportunity strikes and the leeches were planning to take it |
For the sake of balance I felt to entice revenues makeshift |
Give it a chance |
I keep moving before crawling |
Whispers distance itself |
Nature applies ocean on the shelf seashore |
Were you sure you actually wanted more of my help? |
I felt what it felt like to hurt |
Ewoks are just mechanized tumbleweeds |
Not to sound absurd but someone something sometimes words sound different |
What’s the world coming to? |
No satellites despite us monitored to get along |
What happen to actual fact? |
They broke it down in fractions in this song |
Are they man or machine now? |
Disassemble readjust |
We’re just cyborgs formed at the spleen |