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I FLEW TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN
NOW I’M ON FIRE
I POLLINATED THE SEED OF LIFE
BUT GOT CAUGHT IN THE FLOWER
I BOUGHT THE FLAME DOWN TO THE STADIUM
JUST TO SEE IT EXTINGUISH
I SEE A BLIND MAN MISS THE TRAIN
ALL HOPE DIMINISHED
IS IT BAD LUCK IN ALL THAT I SEE?
IS IT BAD LUCK OR IRONY?
WALKING HALFWAY TO MY JOB
AND GOT CAUGHT IN THE RAIN
BOOKED A HOLIDAY IN THE SUN
BUT I GOT ON THE WRONG PLANE
I FELT A BULLET WHIZZ PAST MY HEAD
BUT IT KILLED MY BEST FRIEND
I TOOK A WRONG TURN
INTO A TUNNEL THAT HAD NO END
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A2. BAREFOOT IN THE SAND
02:09
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YOU DRIVE A HOLE THROUGH MY SKULL
BUT THE BLADE’S GONE DULL
SO YOUR SPARK’S BEEN NULLED
KILLING TIME BUT IT WON’T DIE
I TRY TO WALK WITH A STITCH IN MY SIDE
AS MY FEET SINK INTO THE DESERT SAND
LOOK AROUND THE CORNER
WITH A GUN IN MY HAND
KILLING TIME BUT IT WON’T DECEASE
THERE’S A FINE LINE BETWEEN GRIEF
AND FEELING NOTHING AT ALL
SO I’LL TAKE GRIEF TO FEEL AT EASE
DRIVING ON ROADS BETWEEN MOUNTAINS
AT THE LOWEST POINT YOU CAN GLIDE
CLIMBING ON A CORNER
JUST TO COLLIDE WITH YOU
ON THE OTHER SIDE
KILLING TIME BUT IT WON’T DIE
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WHILE ANGELS WALK THE STREETS AMONG US
LITTLE DEVILS ARE PROUD OF HELL
WHILE ANGELS SUFFER ALONG WITH FOOLS
LITTLE DEVILS HAVE THEIR SPACE TO DWELL
WINGS WORKING AS A CLOAK FOR THE WORLD
SHELTER FROM THE WIND AND RAIN
AND EFFIGY FOR THE MEEK AND THE BROKEN
SYMBOLIC EXCUSE TO DISPLACE THEIR SHAME
OH, TO BE A DEVIL WITH A PLACE NICE AND WARM
SOMEWHERE TO BE PROUD OF
WITH NO OBLIGATION TO THE UNBORN
ALL IT TAKES IS SOME WEIRD SIN
TO BE ABSOLVED OF AFTERLIFE
HYPOCRITICAL DIVINATION WITH NO SHAME
A DIM LIT ROOM WITH BOTH SIDES OF THE COIN
SAINTS AND SINNERS SHARE IN COMPANY
ALL MEN HAVE SINNED SO TAKE THE MOULDY BREAD
WHILE THE DEVIL OFFERS SOMETHING SWEET
SO GO NOW BE A DEVIL
FORSAKE YOUR WINGS AND FALL
TO A PLACE DEEP UNDERGROUND
KEEP YOURSELF WARM BY THE FIREBALL
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A4. LAME MAN
02:09
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HELP THE LAME MAN WALK
THROW AWAY HIS CRUTCH
THE LONG WHITE STICKS HE USED
TO HELP KEEP HIM UP
ROLL THE DIRT AND LIGHT THE TIP
SUCK FIRE TO THE LIP
SOW THE SEEDS OF A GRASS ONCE GREEN
NOW JUST A MASS OF BROWN
IT’S A CRUTCH
A THORN IN HIS SIDE
WORLD GETS TOO MUCH
WHITE STICKS CONFIDE
HELP THE LAME MAN BREATHE
OXYGENATE HIS BLOOD
HELP HIM LIFT HIS TIRED HEAD AGAIN
TO LIVE AS IF A SANE MAN SHOULD
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A5. YOU'RE....
03:32
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YOU’RE AN ANT IN THE AFTERBIRTH
A BEE ON THE BEACH
THE CASH FOR COCAINE
DONKEY’S URINE IN HEAT
YOU’RE A MISMATCHED PHONETIC
CONGREGATION’S HERETIC
YOU’RE THE FIDDLING NERO
YOU’RE A ZERO
AN EXHAUSTION OF ENERGY
A FIRE IN THE FUNERAL HOME
YOU’RE THE GREED THAT’S IN MONEY
THE DEAD HOLY GHOST
AN INCESTUOUS RELATIONSHIP
YOU’RE A JOKE WITH NO CROWD
KILLING YOURSELF TO LIVE
BUT LIVING IN SHROUD
YOU’RE A MOTHER WITHOUT A SON
YOU’RE A NOTION WITHOUT A POINT
AN OBSTRUCTION IN THE ROAD
PRINCESS WITH NO TOAD
QUIETLY FADING OUT
REPEATING YOURSELF
YOU’RE A STALKER WITH NO ZONE
TROUBLE
YOU’RE AN UNDERPASS WITH NO LIGHT
A VACATION WITHOUT A BAG
YOU’RE THE WORM IN THE APPLE
XENOPHOBE WITH A FLAG
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B1. GUILLOTINE
01:35
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WHAT MILLIONAIRE
WOULD GIVE THEIR TREASURE
FOR A LAST GASP OF AIR?
HAS A SUIT CLEANED
FOR THE GUILLOTINE
FOR ALL TO SEE
THEY PAID THEIR TOLL
NOW HEADS WILL ROLL
ART OF THE DEAL
YOU CAN KEEP YOUR BLOOD MONEY
AND YOUR EXPENSIVE HAIR
SO TAKE A SEAT
TURN UP THE HEAT
FIRE UP THE CHAIR
FOR ALL YOUR LIES
I’LL WATCH YOU FRY
WITHOUT A CARE
THEY LIFT YOUR HOOD UP
YOUR TENANTS SHOW UP
TO THE STAND
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B2. I'LL BE YOUR MIRROR
02:52
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I’M TIRED OF THESE BEDROOM SCENES
OF UNBUTTONING MY JEANS
I’M WIRED TO THESE BOUDOIR DREAMS
OF SILK AND LEATHER SEEMS
I’M WIRED
OH SO PRETTY DRESSED IN PEACH
NOW I’VE DROWNED MY RED DRESS
IN THE BLEACH
OH SO PRETTY DRESSED IN BLEACH
I FEEL THE GRIP OF MY BACK TRACKING THE ZIP
OF THE SILK STARTING TO SLIP
OVER MY SLENDER HIPS
MY LEFT HAND TAKES THE STRAP
PEELED OFF MY LOWER BACK
AS MY RIGHT CONTOURS MY LIPS
OH SO PRETTY DRESSED IN PEACH
NOW I’VE DROWNED MY RED DRESS
IN THE BLEACH
OH SO PRETTY DRESSED IN BLEACH
OH SO PRETTY DRESSED IN PEACH
NOW I’VE DROWNED BY RED DRESS
IN THE BLEACH
LOOK AT MY HANDS AND I SEE THEM PEEL
A HIDDEN SECOND SKIN A FANTASY REVEAL
I WALK OVER TO THE GLASS
MY REFLECTION MAKES ME SHIVER
I SEE MYSELF SO CLEAR
I COULD BE YOUR MIRROR
I COULD BE YOURS
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TODAY’S TEARS ARE JUST TOMORROW’S RAIN
I NEED TO STORM TO COME AND WASH AWAY MY BLAME
THE DAILY CYCLE REPEATS ITSELF AGAIN
TODAY’S TEARS ARE TOMORROW’S RAIN
I SWEPT THE RUG FROM UNDERNEATH YOUR TOES
EVERYTHING IS CONSTANT UNTIL IT GOES
YOUR TEARS TODAY BECOME TOMORROW’S RAIN
I WISH A STORM WOULD FORM AND WASH AWAY YOUR PAIN
YOUR CLOUDS WILL PART FOR YOU AND YOU’LL TRANSCEND
I HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN UP AROUND THE BEND
EVERYTHING IS CONSTANT UNTIL IT GOES
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B4. LAST YEAR'S FARMER
05:48
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CONTEMPLATIVE I RETIRE TO MY CHAMBER
HINDQUARTER DAMP FROM THE EVENING DEW
GOLDEN HOUR CLOAKS MY DESTINY
BASKET OF FRUIT HAS BEEN LEFT FOR YOU
I RISE GENTLY TO THE MOURNING SONG
BAKED APPLE FILLS MY LUNGS
A CHORUS FROM BENEATH THE TREE
ODE TO THE MORNING SUN
I DRINK IN MEDITATION
A DROP OF BLOOD A DASH OF WINE
UNFAVOURED HAND GRIPS THE GLASS AS IN THE SCRIPTURE
THAT SAYS BLOOD MUST COME FROM THE RIGHT
I’M GUIDED TO THE WOODEN ALTAR
MY MAN AND MAIDEN HAVE BEEN STRIPPED TO THE FLESH
LAID ON THEIR BACKS I TURN FERVOURED EXPLORER
FROM MOISTENED CAVERNS TO MONOLITHS
SEVEN LIMBS
SEVEN DAYS
A YEAR OF PRAYER
FOR THE SEED OF A MAN
I’M DROPPED DOWN FROM MY CLOUD FOR ALL TO SEE
THEN LED UP TO MY SEVEN LIMBED CROSS
NEXT YEAR’S FARMER AND I KNEEL ON THE LAWN
GIVEN THE SCYTHE I STRIPE HIS RIGHT PALM
WE JOIN ARMS AS BROTHERS
OUR BLOOD DRIPS DOWN TO QUENCH THE LAND
WE KISS EACH OTHER SOFTLY
SO NEXT YEAR’S HARVEST IS AT HAND
SEVEN LIMBS
SEVEN DAYS
A YEAR OF PRAYER
FOR THE SEED OF A MAN
SACRIFICIAL GERMINATION
CARNAL INSEMINATION
PERMEATION FOR THE GOOD OF THE LAND
WITH THE NOOSE AROUND MY NECK I LOOK UPON A SEA OF GREEN
WITH MY LAST BREATH I TELL MY FAMILY NOT TO CRY
TO FEED HIS FAMILY SOMETIMES A MAN MUST DIE
SEVEN LIMBS
SEVEN DAYS
A YEAR OF PRAYER
FOR THE SEED OF THE FARMER
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SINCE THE BIRTH OF SCIENCE WE’RE EXPLORING THE STARS
A MILLENNIA OF GOVERNMENT AND WE’RE STILL BURNING CARS
FROM AURORA BOREALIS TO THE BOMBS OF SOUTH SUDAN
BOTH MINOR LIGHTS AND FLASHES
BOTH PART OF ‘GOD’S PLAN’
ROUND THE CORNER COMES A NUCLEAR WAR
WHERE IS GOD’S PLAN NOW?
BURNED IN THE FACES OF THE POOR
THEY WONT ADMIT IT OR TAKE THE BLAME
USING GOD’S PLAN TO CHEAT THE WAR GAME
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VOC - A. JONES
GUI - R. TYERS
BAS - P. STEERE
DRU - B. HIRST
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