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Adjust The Frequency
04:51
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Down in the city, 4 a.m
It's like a dream, a requiem
We take the intersection, and in the wrong direction
I guess we do that now and then
The neon lights are crashing out
Flashing colours seem to shout
Dirty dives emerging, electric charge is surging
On life's eternal roundabout
Ignore those voices
They don't know what they're saying
It's like a radio station
With only bad songs playing
So turn the dial now for a while
And adjust the frequency
It's like a hundred times before
With the pedal to the floor
Even the slightest notion causes perpetual motion
And hear the engine start to roar
See the exit sign ahead
We're gonna move along instead
The next town's just the same, but with a different name
Shift gear the lights are turning red
Ignore those voices
They don't know what they're saying
It's like a radio station
With only bad songs playing
So turn the dial now for a while
And adjust the frequency
Eyes are open wide, who can see inside ?
Eyes are open wide, who can see inside ?
Eyes are open wide, who can see inside ?
Eyes are open wide, who can see inside ?
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Hear the scratching at the bedroom door
And it's moving very slowly underneath the floor
Counting down for the sun to rise
The night has a thousand ways to paralyse
The light coming from the crescent moon
Splits the shadow cutting right across the freezing room
As the clock ticks the time away
As the clock ticks the time away
Fever dream happens once again
And now your mind's running faster than a bullet train
Body slams on the solid ground
Don't make another move until the morning comes around
Feeling cold, breathing slow
Try to stay awake but you just let go
Into another fever dream
Your face is contorted in a frozen scream
I feel it burning, as it crawls beneath my skin
It tries to take me, but I just can't let it in
I feel it burning, as it crawls beneath my skin
It tries to take me, but I just can't let it in
I can't let it in...
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Super-Injunction
04:57
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I got my invite to the end of the world
They said it's coming but they won't say when
There's no location, there's no dress code
Can I wear that old t-shirt again ?
A room full of books and nothing to read
A year with no weekends to remember
What day is today, what time is now ?
Is it April, is it May ? No, it's December
Close your eyes, the blinding light
Won't save you from the creatures of the night
Join us all down in the hole
And lose all sense of self-control
We don't have all the time in the world
I know we're all on a countdown
Take what you can and make it last
And I'll meet you in the streets when we go downtown
Try not to see where the change is now
Get no rewards for good behaviour
Lock yourself away from the noise outside
And the silence all around might be your saviour
Close your eyes, the blinding light
Won't save you from the creatures of the night
Join us all down in the hole
And lose all sense of self-control
Day or night
We'll work it out, we'll work it out
You'll be alright
We'll work it out, we'll work it out
Forget your name
We'll work it out, we'll work it out
Who's to blame ?
We'll work it out, we'll work it out
Close your eyes, the blinding light
Won't save you from the creatures of the night
Join us all down in the hole
And lose all sense of self-control
And what time is now ?
What time is now ?
What time is now ?
What time is now ?
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The Undead On Holiday
03:59
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It's dark at the start and then at the end
The middle has lightness on which you can depend
And if you leave early somebody might care
But others won't notice you were even there
Erasing the symptoms with masses of consumption
Buying what we don't need should be on a prescription
Pile high possessions, raising self-esteem
Dying to get new things just to live the dream
Society has been deceived
They're lost to what they now believe
Who empties the houses ? Who's clearing the floor ?
Erasing the traces of what went by before
A man in the next room screams in despair
The silence that follows is like he was never there
The coldness and the damp
And it won't go away
As they head towards us
The undead on holiday
Just two weeks of good times before it starts again
Left with only memories of how it was back then
Haunted generations frightened by the past
Faced with human history that was made to last
Learn from or destroy the things that came before
You can't fight the legacy they've locked behind the door
Society has been deceived
They're lost to what they now believe
And in the end it's all the same
So flick the switch and start again
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My life is black and white
Can't tell the day from night
To get the colour free
Do I need my TV ?
A broken mirror frame
Down on the floor again
The glass is everywhere
I see you standing there
The image is disguised
All vanity and lies
It's in the way you dress
Failure is no success
Without a filter life is passing by
Time is moving and we don't ask why
Take a picture that will go unseen
We'll make adjustments to the silver screen
Get the balance right
Beamed in by satellite
An electric shock
Now try and beat the clock
Don't shoot the messenger
Or raise the temperature
I guess the time is now
For them to show you how
Where did the colour go ?
From everything we know ?
Hit pause we're heading home
Go back to monochrome
Without a filter life is passing by
Time is moving and we don't ask why
Take a picture that will go unseen
We'll make adjustments to the silver screen
Swipe left, swipe right
The future's not so bright
Swipe left, swipe right
Oh, the future is not so bright
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6. |
You're Void
04:01
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We're here again and stuck in the middle
You and me on an ever moving treadmill
Can't ever hit the brakes, the panic overtakes
And it's tearing us to pieces
Seems to me we're heading for a roadblock
Push and shove to try and break the deadlock
Dark eyes of misery are weighing down on me
As we're walking down the backstreets
Politics are buzzing in your eardrum
Divides us all and no one knows the outcome
All this uncertainty feels like eternity
Are we living in a nightmare ?
Slam the door there's nothing here to confess
And we wonder why we are left with much less
The reasons several, most of them federal
But no one's pressing charges
Watch out, here comes destiny
You're void, basic chemistry
Watch out, here comes destiny
You're void, basic chemistry
Up ahead I see the sign
Across the borderline
The lights will change again
But here we all remain
Haven't you had enough yet ?
Exactly what you trying to get ?
Both sides claim they're speaking the truth
Neither side has got any proof
Your perfect world is just a mirage
Wild conjecture firmly in charge
I don't think this is working out
Ask again 'cos that's the mindset
Haven't you had enough yet ?
You've got to question where to begin
To try and find the answer within
It starts and ends without any means
Nothing's ever how it first seems
Stop the world I'm getting off
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As the morning chased away the night
Nothing comes to those who see the dying of the light
Memories of Christmas Eve written in the stars
Stopping for a round of drinks in old train station bars
Dreaming of a time that was never really there
Does it even matter and what do we even care ?
A eulogy unwritten and thoughts we never said
But what's the point of speaking in the city of the dead ?
The past calls out, no one hears
It gets drowned out with every year
And we move forward
As the dawn breaks, the birds all start to fly
There's still a veil of darkness in the cold suburban sky
Streetlights mark the journey we make over time
Stretching out for miles along the frozen borderline
If the city tries to drag you down
And you've got an urgency to get out of this town
Jump the kerbside, the pavements and the cracks
Meet me, 8 pm, down by the frozen railway tracks
The past calls out, no one hears
It gets drowned out with every year
And we move forward...
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