Scratch card glory, Waist low pleasure? Black eyes nose bleeds, don′t look back now My white abode, do you remember? My white abode, But it′s such a thrill just to find out...
Sorry you′re not a winner With the air so cold and a mind so bitter What have you got to lose But false intentions and a life so pretentious?
Scratch card glory, Waist low pleasure? Black eyes nose bleeds, don′t look back now My white abode do you remember? My white abode But it′s such a thrill just to find out...
Sorry you′re not a winner With the air so cold and a mind so bitter What have you got to lose But false intentions and a life so pretentious?
Scratch card glory, Waist low pleasure? Black eyes nose bleeds don′t look back now My white abode do you remember? I sweat I ache...
Sorry you′re not a winner With the air so cold and a mind so bitter What have you got to lose But false intentions and a life so pretentious?
What? What? What? Ra />Please try again Insert your coin Please try again Insert your coin...
Now I was feeling like a total giant! But now it feels like Silvius Brabo has sliced my hand off and thrown it in the river!
Now I was just doing my job! My feet sinking into the bed of the Scheldt! But now my fingers are reeling about with the fishes!
I know I′m not making any sense (No you′re not!) All will be revealed (Well I hope so!) All will be revealed if we travel Back in time!
Oh oh oh, yes man. Na-nanana-nananana! I′ve got to rest, it′s for the best! To build a nest, to take the quest! To be given just one chance, to be the best!
I′ve got to rest, it′s for the best! To build a nest, to take the quest! To be given just one chance, to be the best! Na-nanana-nananana! Na-nanana-nananana!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, Go forth and re-colonize Go, go, go, go, go, go, Go forth and re-colonize It appears the foundations of all our great nations are lies and indoctrinations So if Silvius Brabo collects the hands of giants... will you join him?!
An aidless and harrowing future is developing for our generation and generations to come.
But as I walk the chartered streets of this familiar oblivion I recognize nothing but underling unconsciousness.
In which we have almost comfortably drowned. It is madness! This normality is madness We are clinging to manufactured crippling constraints We must no longer commute between brand laden homes and quickly accepted aimless roams from our factories of slavery to walls of illusive bravery
[We must unite!]
And we must let the floodgates open. Here tonight I clock a thousand heads!Here to unite through, common, Dreads.
Where′s your respect? (Where′s your respect?) Why bite the hand that feeds you It′s not over yet not over yet (not over yet) Plenty more fingers for you to nibble I′d like to see you get your teeth round this I′m sure your jaw will be surely missed
Not even salt can make your hands taste good I′m still crunching your lifeline Not even salt can make your hands taste good I′m still crunching your lifeline
You do this every fucking time No sweat (no tears) no guilt
You do this every fucking time No sweat (no tears) no guilt
Not even salt can make your hands taste good I′m still crunching your lifeline
Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline, Blood fills your palms, Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline Blood fills your palms, Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline Blood fills your palms,
Where′s your respect? (Where′s your respect?) Why bite the hand that feeds you It′s not over yet not over yet (not over yet) Plenty more fingers for you to nibble I′d like to see you get your teeth round this I′m sure your jaw will be surely missed
Not even salt can make your hands taste good I′m still crunching your lifeline Not even salt can make your hands taste good I′m still crunching your lifeline
You do this every fucking time No sweat (no tears) no guilt
You do this every fucking time No sweat (no tears) no guilt
Do this one more time and I′ll bit your fucking fingers off!
22nd of June, 209 AD, A crowd gathers. Ohhh they fuckin′ love a good beheading. Watch as St.Alban′s head, rolls down the hill. The crowd stood still, ′cause what they just saw, It petrified them to the core, Ahhh to the core. Ahhhhhh.
As the executioner raised his as his axe, I swear the saint smiled.
Welcome Verulamium, cathedral city, All eyes on the saint. Welcome Verulamium, cathedral city, All eyes on the saint.
Our city with its beautiful history, Is being diluted. But we will not let go. No we wont. Now get a grip on your roots boy. Don′t let go. But we will not let go.
Ahhhhhh.
As the executioner raised his as his axe, I swear the saint smiled.
Welcome Verulamium, Cathedral city, All eyes on the saint. Welcome Verulamium, Cathedral city, All eyes on the saint.
And it′s cold outside. And it′s cold outside. And it′s cold outside. And it′s cold outside.
As the executioner swung his wedge, His eyes popped right out his fuckin′ head. Then when he should see the ancient moment, The making of the first British martyr. British martyr.
Here lies truth, where I stand. Here lies truth, where I stand. Here lies truth, where I stand. Here lies truth, where I stand.
So where St.Albans head, Laid to rest, after the kill. Fresh water sprung up from the ground, At the bottom of what′s now, Holywell hill. Holywell hill.
His eyes are locked on her, Her eyes are fixed elsewhere, He′s confident, but he′s not aware, She doesn′t care. Their only connection, is the silence that they both grasp, he′s lost control, but she′s not aware, of his stare. Everything seems to intimidate him, with the strobe lights flashing, her body′s jolting, But cracking, as his eyes, spilt in two, if only she knew... The curtain goes down on him again? Everything seems to be closing in on her, It feels just like she is being hunted, But its all right, it′s all good, She′s not aware, of his stare. We′ve had this day from the beginning? The curtain goes down on him again? Who remains when the curtain falls? Who remains when the curtain goes down...?
A blank sheet of paper is just begging to be filled But tonight I cannot pour my heart out Because you escaped with it in your back pocket Because you escaped with it in your back pocket
Television remote controls cannot save me From destroying myself Under these scented quilts The absence of your lower case screams Punching out your fragile pleas
Tonight I feel helpless Tonight I feel scared (x2)
WHOA tonight, yes my ears are in pain
A blank sheet of paper is just begging to be filled But tonight I cannot pour my heart out Because you escaped with it in your back pocket Because you escaped with it in your back pocket
Television remote controls cannot save me From destroying myself Under these scented quilts The absence of your lower case screams Punching out your fragile pleas
Tonight I feel helpless Tonight I feel scared (x2)
WHOA tonight, yes my ears are in pain
Come now and leave with me This place is almost empty (x4)
Each nation used to prove its country with security with factories providing arms for their country Now multinational companies compete in the arms trade to serve any customer, maximising the money to be made
So just as farms compete to provide fruit for other countries so people can live to enjoy the taste of nature National warehouses compete to provide arms around the world to aid death and all hell unfolds.
Our gracious queen, she grabs the crown and take a good fucking swing at Blair and Brown for leading her countries to illegal warfare and trying to pass it off that we′re doing ′cause we care.
Now prudence of wars are a redemptive cause I′ve never heard such nonsense under international laws We think we have the right to enforce democracy when we′re weakening ours everyday What hypocrisy.
We′ll be together against this We′ll be forever against this We′ll be together against this We′ll be forever against this
Fuck man I just woke up to a land where killing is part of every day and every mind in this intelligent species is then blinded into the battlefield like it′s natural for us to break instead of build
Unities intrinsic the only cause worth fighting for, all religions, colours and creeds
Now we are the world and we are the people We are the world and we are the people and we will be heard.
We′ll be together against this We′ll be forever against this We′ll be together against this We′ll be forever against this
We′ll be together against this We′ll be forever against this We′ll be together against this We′ll be forever against this
We′ll be together against this We′ll be forever against this We′ll be together against this We′ll be forever against this