1.King Mob
Lyricist：Martin Clive Atkins, Christopher Joh Connelly, Geordie
Walker, John Joseph Wardle
King mob in a plastic iceberg
Smoking water damaged cigarettes
Observe as he works your wasteland
Pulling punches that you never met
Controlled in a listless air stream
Jets are breathing in his latex eyes
True to form, he is scared to touch them
And your wasteland stays vandalized
Success in a cut glass wardrobe
All the clothes loose like shredded hair
Dream escapes to a closet class war
King mob in a smashed wheel chair
Nerve gas for the walking wounded
Suffocating in a sadists' prayer
Flaming horses on a fading landscape
Break the surface but there is no air
King mob as he vents his anger
Throws a brick through the city gates
Backfires on his wordless offspring
The population disintegrates
Cold stream plus a wash of carbon
Drives his mind like an engine room
Cogs turning like a flawed stage whisper
King mob sings a lifeless tune
Surface stop
Pressure drop
King mob
Faded wrists and the risks worth taking
Cleans his blade with dreams he froze
Metal moments fed on foreign textures
Breaks his mind with the things he knows
King mob at his withered console
Electric arcades run on secret oils
Flicks a switch and he's the God of anger
Pulls a handle and the wasteland spoils
2.Expand
Lyricist：Martin Clive Atkins, Christopher Joh Connelly, Geordie
Walker, John Joseph Wardle
Someone leans against the mirrored marvel
Reflecting rascals, anemic article
The part you least expected
It commands, expand
A flawless life form the lowest level
Rejects the offer you carried further
The talk is all so loaded
When you can, expand
A meager mission yields amazing purpose
Rebuilds your answer and flies it homeward
It's past tense, past attention
When you land, expand
A stranger grips upon your face upturning
You thrive on battle, you tried to settle
A prayer for making minus
In the hand, expand
Expand to reach a surface suffocated
Shown equipment too large to break
You lunge yourself to the underground
Got to expand, expand
A neural freeze and the coast is blunted
It's sharp afflicted, forever lifted
An amnesty for angels
Take the hand, expand
The perfect host for the endless story
The missing motion, the frozen ghost
The heart stops part achieving
When you stand, expand
The crawling pace cases accelerators
And false agendas they never end
The most you'll get is ignored
If you can, expand
Confused the birds fall and make a circle
The cry so quiet they'll never die
So weave between their tailspins
It's a sham, expand
3.Denial
Lyricist：Martin Clive Atkins, Chris Connelly, Geordie Walker, John
Wardle
Something more graceful felt like leading you to war
It sounds so distasteful, more than what you're fighting for
More flights of stairs derailed, your ascent it falls so slow
Your body and love impaled on the spikes you left below
Grief turned to currency just like midas touched it black
Like rage in its infancy, you're afraid it might turn back
A flag slashed by injured nights in a fist outside your past
Waves only eclipsed by fright in its glory at half-mast
You can't beat denial, it's the murder of your past
A line drawn hard and broken down
To lie outside your grasp
I fooled you by way of greed
But it opened up your eyes
Too deep down in your hallowed nerves
But it came as no surprise
Your silent servant dragged abyss across the ground
To wallow sleeplessly on everything you found
Afraid lasts a lifetime and it crosses paths with mine
Lost fades its energy, in the end we both but shrine
So ends disgraceful, ride me back to where I rain
Controlled and quarantined, impure, distressed and stained
Your war so makeshift, as if a path through broken seas
Your faith so restless as you turn to talk to me
4.Broadcasting
Lyricist：Martin Clive Atkins, Christopher Joh Connelly, Geordie
Walker, John Joseph Wardle
Fractured signs, they waste my time
They concentrate, they take what's mine
Lost they move like fractured ghosts
To empty heads in empty lines
Trapped in frames of empty films
A war is flat, in frames they kill
Light will char and edits cut
They broadcast stare, they know they must
Faded raids before they fold
Into themselves it's done I'm told
Acting last repeats to last
And beats you back when credits rolled
Build yourself a fame through fire
And douse it out when you require
List your age on lilac page
Strength in a crawl back to the stage
When it's obvious they're not scared of us
They will drag you back to cold
All film burnt at source, much too fast of course
They will drag you back for more
When your wish runs out they will make you doubt
They will drag you back for more
When your frame runs dry minds will start to fly
They will break before they fold
Broadcasting once, broadcasting twice
Broadcasting one, two, three, four, five
5.Age Of Urges
Lyricist：Martin Clive Atkins, Christopher Joh Connelly, Geordie
Walker, John Joseph Wardle
Can't move the age of urges
Indecent power surges
I can lose my sight, it ain't worth seeing you
Reversed in light, you seem to split in two
Beneath the age warped, innocent and left intact
The urge of age turn, reconcile, take it back
My eyes are cursed and darting
And the shots ring out the same
Ring the bell if you're hungry
You've started fighting for less
Fill a hole with your money
It's all second best
Break through the force of nature
Drape blinds on all your answers
You'll never fall unless we tell you to
Against the wall you seem to split in two
The word is out bad liars case an unlit mind
Too loud to shout when you drown aloud in turpentine
Force fed, your insults ended
And the words repeat the same
6.Top Ten Severed
Lyricist：Martin Clive Atkins, Christopher Joh Connelly, Geordie
Walker, John Joseph Wardle
I am your top ten severed
I am your number one
Reduced to fictions dance floor
And take delirium
A man of seasoned syndromes
Programming mysteries
A man of useless incomes
Forgotten litanies
You want some answers quickly
You write down nothing wrong
And I inquire discreetly
About your favorite song
It starts all good intentions
It ends with falling hearts
Did I forget to mention
It plays before it starts？
You cannot play this record
Its grooves are dressed to kill
All daylight frames per second
The chances are, you will
Bring out your dancing party
Fill up your little room
Your silver eyes enchanted
They glide and shoot the moon
I am your one hit wonder
Your Christmas giveaway
I am your stolen thunder
Your 'No love left today'
A frozen sound diminished
Out on the radio
The song is never finished
7.The Peepshow Ghosts
Lyricist：Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Geordie Walker, John Wardle
Baby, why'd you wake me？
Is it my idea of eyes, a thousand sleeping eyes？
It's creeping up to you like peepshow ghosts they do
A sorry fault of mine will take you back in time
The peepshow ghosts will fade away
And reappear in you
And if my dead darling stays away
She will break my heart in two
The booths all ragged style
You crawled that extra mile
Where the woman ends
And shame begins
The world can read your mind
The girl can make you blind
All hostage stolen flesh
Will nail you to the rest
I dreamed about the faithless
I asked them passers by
Could you wake me if I start to shake
If I should start to cry
Remind me of my crime and every fault of mine
When bitter starts to turn around
And bites your swollen face
The stolen stabbing darkness
The nakedness and starkness
Will kill you if you stay too near to hear just pray
8.Damage Addict
Lyricist：Martin Akins, Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Lee Fraser,
Geordie Walker, John Wardle
Winter bruise, bring home the news
Bullet, door, implore reclaim a crimson fuse
Break weight, under gun resolved
Sick and solvent blister baby, black absolve
Absolve, stones' throw, hangman, stain
Stones' throw, strangled vice will crawl
Steady, sordid uniforms on hangman's wall
Car sick, wheels of bone and stain
Misdirected epileptic hangman's game
Broken, eternal, nerveless damage
Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine
Switch craft hammer magic war design
Clock fast ticky tocky undermined
Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine
Vice, jagged, crush, vein
Fixed stare, broken unlit life
Faded vein eternal cut by unlit knife
Drop kick, window crushes arm
Stricken hand will nerveless under manual harm
Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine
Switch craft hammer magic war design
Clock fast ticky tocky undermined
Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine
Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine
Switch craft hammer magic war design
Clock fast ticky tocky undermined
Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine
Damage addict
Damage addict
Damage addict
Damage addict
Damage, damage
Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine
Switch craft hammer magic war design
Clock fast ticky tocky undermined
Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine
Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine
Switch craft hammer magic war design
Clock fast ticky tocky undermined
Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine
9.Scissor Quickstep
Lyricist：Martin Akins, Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Geordie Walker,
John Wardle
All aboard, the ride goes faster
Being driven by the spooky bastard
Look left, dirt infested
Living large with the debt invested
Gung ho, Mr. Murder
Could be a while but you look no further
Snip, snip, scissor quickstep
Cut the line, you are out of your depth
Bring home the bacon bastard
A meaty fringe in a leather casket
Fuck that, I eat my offspring
Hang myself on a leather heart string
Cut the page from the New York Times
See, I'm not so bad after all
You'll never get held in my outstretched arms
'Cos I won't catch you when you fall
Pull the trigger at your picnic table
Take the scissors from your baby doll
You'll never get to Heaven with a face like that
And I won't catch you when you fall
Flick, flick, another station
Listen hard but I'm losing patience
Another aim, absurdest brainwash
Sick baby move at a heartbeat
When I'm bloody on a leather bed sheet
Another bent pair of scissor defects
Here baby, I'm out to get you
A broken heart in a broken test tube
A virus scare for those who care
Don't look alive 'cos you'll go nowhere
Cut the page from the New York Times
See, I'm not so bad after all
You'll never get held in my outstretched arms
'Cos I won't catch you when you fall
Pull the trigger at your picnic table
Take the scissors from your baby doll
You'll never get to Heaven with a face like that
And I won't catch you when you fall
10.Sunset Gun
Lyricist：Martin Akins, Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Geordie Walker,
John Wardle
From the moment I woke
In receipt of a blackmail note
And these curious eyes
A new disease of the last seen eyes
A live Christ in the city
I got my black-eyed mind
I'm gonna poison up the wrong way 'round
Like a bad design
It's in the way that I'm cold
Left dealing with a famished soul
I won't give you the time
It's greed sparked in a goldmine
I can't view your condition
It's as failed as they come
Great failures are forced
Into our famished eyes with a gun
It's in the way that I'm cold
Left dealing with a famished soul
It's all fake as they come
Burn my eyes like a sunset gun
Your point of collapse
My mark of indifference
It's all fake as they come
Burn my eyes like a sunset gun
It's not like you care
Even at my insistence
It's all fake as they come
Burn my eyes like a sunset gun
I won't give you the time
It's grief sparked in a goldmine
It's in the way that I'm cold
Left dealing with a famished soul
It's all as fake as they come
Burn my eyes like a sunset gun
Burn my eyes like a sunset gun
(Like a sunset gun)
Burn my eyes like a sunset gun
(Like a sunset gun)
Burn my eyes like a sunset gun
(Like a sunset gun)
Burn my eyes like a sunset gun
(Like a sunset gun)
11.Leave The Ground
Lyricist：Martin Akins, Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Geordie Walker,
John Wardle
Cynical, affordable
Lashed down like heaven sent intangible
Lucrative, initiative
Unbreathing forces stoked on sedatives
Fraternize, romanticize
Bring what is spoken for familiarize
Overkill, dependable
More human contact will just make you ill
Make you ill
That old disciples got a hold of me
I'm sick of walking on the past you see
Take your skeletons and run, bye, bye baby
Purge your thoughts into the sun
Goodbye baby, bye, bye, bye
Leave the ground before us
See how they run
(See how they run)
Leave the ground before us
See how they run
(See how they run)
Leave the ground before us
See how they run
(See how they run)
Leave the ground before us
See how they run
(See how they run)
See how they run
See how they run
See how they run
See how they run
Leave the ground before us
See how they run
(See how they run)
Leave the ground before us
See how they run
(See how they run)
Leave the ground before us
See how they run
(See how they run)
Leave the ground before us
See how they run
(See how they run)
Cynical, affordable
Lashed down like heaven sent intangible
Lucrative, initiative
Unbreathing forces stoked on sedatives
Fraternize, romanticize
Bring what is spoken for familiarize
Overkill, dependable
More human contact will just make you ill
Make you ill
Leave the ground before us
See how they run
Leave the ground before us
See how they run
Leave the ground before us
See how they run
(See how they run)
Leave the ground before us
See how they run
12.Driven Menace
Lyricist：Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Steven Seibold
M E N A C E
M E N A C E
M E N A C E
M E N A C E
The risk is worth taking it's a shapeless rage
All analysis B-listed on the back page
It's a crime made of mine it's a flawless shrine
It's a message to a man who's lost at his stage
Be careful how you are driven, gets so easy to live
Between the gestures of the fingers that you point with
Chanting, ha, ha, ha, at your favorite star
Like the menace ever liked you to begin with
I'm just a kid whose time expired before the show
Unknown menace driven nightly you should know
All the mysteries just irritate and strain
Driven menace back again
M E N A C E
M E N A C E
M E N A C E
M E N A C E
An endless list of surrogates burn agents to the ground
Habits formed and commerce broken voices thrown
The menace is mechanical just mediates on speed
Medication-given life form never breathe
Most of us manipulate the truth into a loop
Repetition then ignition then shoot
Madness driven menace as the temper counts to ten
In the shadows from the never know what happened
I'm just a kid whose time expired before the show
Unknown menace driven nightly you should know
All the mysteries just irritate and strain
Driven menace back again
M E N A C E
M E N A C E
M E N A C E
M E N A C E
I'm just a kid whose time expired before the show
Unknown menace driven nightly you should know
All the mysteries just irritate and strain
Driven menace back again
I'm just a kid whose time expired before the show
Unknown menace driven nightly you should know
All the mysteries just irritate and strain
Driven menace back again
M E N A C E
M E N A C E
M E N A C E
M E N A C E
13.Mad Dialect
Lyricist：Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Steven Seibold
Take no denial
No for an answer
Make a wish and make it total
Take a risk and make it fatal
I love to be here
Because it means so much to me
I love the action
Of a forced conspiracy
The word was strong
But you answered wrong
Mad dialects, mad dialects
Broken glass of a language
Mad dialects, mad dialects
Look for deception
No common truths
Link it up to every phone call
Say you lied, then hang it up
Well, it looks so doubtful
Just like every thing's erased
The text is backwards
But it is hammered to the page
The word was strong
But you answered wrong
Mad dialects, mad dialects
Broken glass of a language
Mad dialects, mad dialects
Corrupted future
Beneath your wires
Circuits floored by lie detectors
Blackout lights and resurrect
Well, I see it surging
Just like it burns past other halves
And still submerging
Electric future never lasts
The word was strong
But you answered wrong
Mad dialects, mad dialects
Broken glass of a language
Mad dialects, mad dialects
The word was strong
But you answered wrong
Mad dialects, mad dialects
Broken glass of a language
Mad dialects, mad dialects
The word was strong
But you answered wrong
Mad dialects, mad dialects
Broken glass of a language
Mad dialects, mad dialects
The word was strong
But you answered wrong
Mad dialects, mad dialects
Broken glass of a language
Mad dialects, mad dialects
14.I Am War Again
Lyricist：Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Steven Seibold
You must have seen me miles away
Cannon weight on a steel blade
The night composed of wires alarms
The enemies agrees to make
All my weapons burnt of stamina
Abused power behind barriers
All the misdemeanors close their eyes
There is nothing you can do
Inside the midnight hits in slow motion
I am war again, I am war again
Make the brutal border lines back out of science
I am war again, I am war again
The uniform inside my mouth
Spits a cave into the virgin world
Glass shattered on the ghost of Gods
Cuts a path where you can find me still
Carving fuck yourself on floodlit skin
Reminds me of the war I'm in
Camouflaged and cut devoid of life
The conviction read the same dead
Inside the midnight hits in slow motion
I am war again, I am war again
Make the brutal border lines back out of science
I am war again, I am war again
Inside the midnight hits in slow motion
I am war again, I am war again
Make the brutal border lines back out of science
I am war again, I am war again
Inside the midnight hits in slow motion
I am war again, I am war again
Make the brutal border lines back out of science
I am war again, I am war again
I am war again
I am war again
I am war again
I am war again
15.No Act Of Grace
Lyricist：Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Steven Seibold
Too much ice on the outside
Too much time, to get out
There vacant sways
Become angry, nothing faced
Nothing followed
It's a vice of disciples
Lapse of faith
No act of grace
Moving steals, in as much as we reveal
No encounter, no attachment to
Anything less than we corrupt
It's a life but at least
It is contained
No act of grace
It's the fall of a morning
You wake in before
It's the life that is calling
You can't kid yourself
It's the act of you killing
You can't take it back
It's the things that you did
That you still can't remember
The people would rather
You never wake up
There's no act of grace
To the minds, to the greedy
Needful kinds
Wishing worthless, wishing backwards
Wish you weren't here
Stick out loud
Stick out gestures
Stiff the crowd
No act of grace
It's the fall of a morning
You wake in before
It's the life that is calling
You can't kid yourself
It's the act of you killing
You can't take it back
It's the things that you did
That you still can't remember
The people would rather
You never wake up
Or at least you would die for
Instead of suffer
There's no act of grace
There's no act of grace
There's no act of grace
16.Laugh Track
Lyricist：Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Steven Seibold
Area life, concrete mission with a black light
Area life, you never listen to the dog's bite
Watch what you do, every border is in front of you
Watch what you do, area life is going to follow you
Uncontrolling yourself, only seconds to spare
And the hand that you need is the one that's not there
Did you walk like a fraud through the slogan you wrote？
And the story you told was only good for a quote
Area life, bunker precinct with a laugh track
Area life, cultural etiquette that bites back
Do what you're told, weapon traffic without warning
Do what you're told execution with a cause
Uncontrolling yourself, only seconds to spare
And the hand that you need is the one that's not there
Did you walk like a fraud through the slogan you wrote？
And the story you told was only good for a quote
Area life
Area life
17.Quiet Life
Lyricist：Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Steven Seibold
I need to go to the place where the blackouts live
Need to roll like a corpse to the graveyard shift
Couldn't ask for more cold than a collapsing rock
Over consciousness eyes, under electric shock
I need to use these fingers wrapped around this knife
Oh, I would kill for a quiet life
Quiet life, oh, I would kill for a quiet life
Quiet life, oh, I would kill for a quiet life
Never mind the obsessed, they don't remember
When all of our waking hours were spent submerged again
Need a solid year removed from solid light
Need to disappear, I need a quiet light
I need to use these fingers wrapped around this knife
Oh, I would kill for a quiet life
Quiet life, oh, I would kill for a quiet life
Quiet life, oh, I would kill for a quiet life
Quiet life, oh, I would kill for a quiet life
Quiet life, oh, I would kill for a quiet life
I need to use these fingers wrapped around this knife
Oh, I would kill for a quiet life
Quiet life, oh, I would kill for a quiet life
Quiet life, oh, I would kill for a quiet life
Quiet life, oh, I would kill for a quiet life
Oh, I would kill for a quiet life
Oh, I would kill for a quiet life
Oh, I would kill for a quiet life
18.Revenge Fiction
Lyricist：Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Steven Seibold
Poke me with your talk, Ben, fuck
I'm too close to decide
Seems like the page never lied
Do you see the fiction at your front door？
This time it's not like before
Just like your shadow in public
Your secret floodlights the floor
You got too nervous and left it
And now you're looking for more
Reads just like revenge fiction
Some 40's novel re-lived
Reads just like revenge fiction
No more excuses to give
No more excuses to give
Don't be confused by my signal
I'm only here to collect
Better lifeless than nervous
With nothing left to protect
With nothing left to protect
With nothing left to protect
With nothing left to protect
With nothing left to protect
Reads just like revenge fiction
Some 40's novel re-lived
Reads just like revenge fiction
No more excuses to give
Reads just like revenge fiction
Some 40's novel re-lived
Reads just like revenge fiction
No more excuses to give
No more excuses to give
No more excuses to give
No more excuses to give
Revenge fiction
No more excuses to give
Revenge fiction
No more excuses to give
Revenge fiction
No more excuses to give
Revenge fiction
No more excuses to give
Revenge fiction
No more excuses to give
19.South Pole Fighters
Lyricist：Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Steven Seibold
It's even brittle
They lock hands
To make a line
Perhaps dividing
Solid forest
Saw blades
Sightless, flawless
Walking sideways
Chain could bite
In this white out
Scissor teeth
Cruelty lip
Tireless grasp
Frigid spike
Glass desert
Mesmerize
Circulation
South Pole fighters
South Pole fighters
South Pole fighters
South Pole fighters
Missing climate
Bleeding wind
Needle wages
Blinking words
Ghost of light
No circulation
Way of breathing
No more blades
No more walk
No more hide
Against a whiteness
Black desert
End arena
Sightless, flawless
No more breathe
No more shadow
South Pole fighters
South Pole fighters
South Pole fighters
South Pole fighters
It's even brittle
They lock hands
To make a line
Perhaps dividing
Solid forest
Saw blades
Sightless, flawless
Walking sideways
Chain could bite
In this white out
Scissor teeth
Cruelty lip
Tireless grasp
Frigid spike
Glass desert
Mesmerize
Circulation
South Pole fighters
South Pole fighters
South Pole fighters
South Pole fighters
Missing climate
Bleeding wind
Needle wages
Blinking words
Ghost of light
No circulation
Way of breathing
No more blades
No more walk
No more hide
Against a whiteness
Black desert
End arena
Sightless, flawless
No more breathe
No more shadow
South Pole fighters
South Pole fighters
South Pole fighters
South Pole fighters
It's even brittle
They lock hands
To make a line
Perhaps dividing
Solid forest
Saw blades
Sightless, flawless
Walking sideways
20.Limited Edition
Lyricist：Martin Clive Atkins, Christopher Joh Connelly, Seibold
They follow the forgotten like they promised me so often
Moving fingers, charging hymns to other gods
Complicated missions, covered convalescing structures
Mountains hidden inside more unspoken words
Chimes unearthly bells, before the reason we could never tell
A secret simply liberates the finish
Claustrophobic empty and competing to surround you
Asking, â½Do you want to hear about the damage？â
Do you want to hear about the damage？
Do you want to hear about the damage？
Do you want to hear about the damage？
Do you want to hear about the damage？
Do you want to hear about the damage？
Do you want to hear about the damage？
Do you want to hear about the damage？
Do you want to hear about the damage？
Do you want to hear about the damage？
Do you want to hear about the damage？
Do you want to hear about the damage？
21.M60 Dub 2
Lyricist：Martin Clive Atkins, Christopher Connelly, Geordie Walker,
John Wardle
We have been worthless
We have been safe
In minds belittled by the threat
Of our own ice age
A fall distorts us
And where we've been
Rewriting bastards as contenders
Sight unseen
In place of angels
Butchers hands
Too wide to fit through
Doors of virtue, blame, demand
Blame and demand
We count for distance
From human nerves
We count for all the things we take
That we don't deserve
All contradictions
Will make us stand
To fake the end as the beginning
Blame, demand
Blame and demand
22.Blame And Demand
Lyricist：Martin Clive Atkins, Christopher Connelly, Geordie Walker,
John Wardle
We have been worthless, we have been safe
In minds belittled by the threat of our own ice age
A fall distorts us and where we've been
Rewriting bastards as contenders' sight unseen
In place of angels, butcher's hands
Too wide to fit through doors of virtue, blame, demand
Blame and demand
Blame and demand
We count for distance from human nerves
We count for all the things we take that we don't deserve
All contradictions will make us stand
To fake the end as the beginning, blame, demand
Blame and demand
Blame and demand
A fall distorts us and where we've been
Rewriting bastards as contenders' sight unseen
In place of angels, butcher's hands
Too wide to fit through doors of virtue, blame, demand
Blame and demand
Blame and demand
Blame and demand
Blame and demand
Demand, demand, demand
Demand, demand, demand
Demand, demand, demand
Demand, demand
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