1.All She Wrote
It never stops raining. With daggers sewn through her heart she
cries. Filled with confusion she cries. 'No one can help me
until I can help myself. And I can't help myself.' Frozen
throughout, exposing broken skin. One week, one more week. She
can't take anymore burning in her mind. 'Why can't I sever your
head, why can't I sever your memory？' The image burned through
her eyes has made it on to the mirror. Broken glass reflecting
on the shards of the past. Forcefed memories walking on tacks,
please pull the knife fight out of my back and I'll pull the
knife out of yours. 'You can't stop the rain', she says. 'You
can't stop the rain'.
2.Cable Ready Techno Slut
If I ever had anything close to a mind of my own, I'd want to
cut myself a new mouth and bleed you a smile ear to ear. Welcome
to the real world. Beta version 1.5 Deprogram programmable
programming programs, deprogram programmable programing
programs. Raised on antiques passed for reality. Spatial
incarnate dredged from the ocean - painted with blood never to
see daylight again. Our fate is something lesser than life. I
saw it in the eyes of the ocean, 'we've always been here and
we'll never leave.' Deprogram programmable programming programs.
3.Noah Will Be Your Grave
There is no such thing as fire and brimstone. When the rains
come, so will the floods and Noah will be your grave. Help
promote the de-evolution of the human race. Continue the search
because we are not ownable, we are not programmable, we cannot
be controlled. Search manufacture or remanufacture. I've lost my
train of thought again, can't remember yesterday from the back
of my hand. But I can see your future and it does not contain
me. When the world ends, we will all relive our childhoods, and
our rebirth will begin.
4.Sloth Loves Chunk
It's more than a scar. It's a lifetime you left. A lifetime of
lifelines shouting from rooftops with no one to hear but us. I'm
not going to lie, I never did, I never will; but I loved that
life. I lived that life, so does that mean I'm dead？
[Spoken：Time has passed since our last goodbyes and the taste of
that letter still stands on my lips. Honey mixed with vinegar.
And life is very long.]
I would light this world on fire if only to wipe that smile off
your face. Because revenge is sweet, but not as sweet as
silence.
5....And Life Is Very Long
6.Roadhead Road
Expose the wires. Expose the veins. Show them all what is meant
by machine. Tools of the tools of the masters design. When you
wake up, you will all be slaves. When you wake up, you will all
be dead. Weapons of the weapons of mass destruction. Brilliant
minds built by resilliant minds. Refurbishing the fact that the
future is futuristic and the future is now. Model a life, fate
is real, fate is you, fate is built. Fate is built. And no one
thought it would come to this. Deconstruct
7.The Widowmaker
And they screamed on the way down. The best thing since sliced
bread has destroyed everything you've ever known. Their morning
is their iron lung
8.Why Is a Raven Like a Writing Desk
Combining the creative efforts that focused on the assassination
attempts made upon all presidents - past and future - with the
main ideals of capitalism and fears of environmental
degeneration. The ozone depletion is a lie. A farce concocted by
geniuses to cover up the tracks of wheels long set in motion. We
are the seekers of sight. The sightseers seeing what no others
have seen. Stop all production; dumb down and unlearn. Why lie,
why deceive？ corruption is easier when the corrupted are corrupt
to relearn is death, but the dead have been walking the earth
for years.
9.Killing on Empty
And I dream in black and white and red. The last time I saw you,
your head was on a spike, still screaming her name. Still
cursing the day that I was born. Yet nothing has changed. Or do
I still ask you for help？ No. Then stop asking me for
forgiveness, because I cannot bleed until my dreams come true
10.Doppleganger!
And I dream in black and white and red. The last time I saw you,
your head was on a spike, still screaming her name. Still
cursing the day that I was born. Yet nothing has changed. Or do
I still ask you for help？ No. Then stop asking me for
forgiveness, because I cannot bleed until my dreams come true
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