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to blue, yodel number one
We love Hank and Lefty
Bob Wills, Ernest Tubb, and Johnny Cash
But if we had to pin point
The start of who we are
Or who we go by
to a crime remembered only by a

Collective resonance in the human
Consciousness...
When Five where as One..."
Without on more thought.
Carried by the shadows we drift

Into another sphere.
Erased are fear
And all emotions -
I feel the great collective now.
that sound, each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes watch
that sound, each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes watch
that sound, each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes watch
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
Eyes
fragile 
I am at a loss 
With the knowledge of our impending end 

The weapons we bear are the symbols off our collective demise 
Devised by our
Death! Whips!

Metal Militia in a heaurs
Our cruelest gang on earth
Django Bullwhip is the chief
Smash the dancers on their knees

Death by whips
Kill'em
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
Eyes
that sound, each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes watch
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh 
They're making music to watch girls by 

Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
Justification decentralized by conditioned guilt
Fear responses
Realize
For individuals who wish to acquire

Sigil to the will
Give the mind before which is
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh 
They're making music to watch girls by 

Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh 
They're making music to watch girls by 

Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
Trials tortures executions
Fire gender extermination

Collective hysterics, crazes
Mass murder and panics
Witch รข?? hunts resulted in trials
A synthesis of collective existence 
A dialectic of the old order and the new world 
Demise; a fall of Absolutes
Imminence; a choir of celestial
and totalitarism, collective spirit, identification
With ideology, which means: not the individual, but the organisation
Speaks. Our work is industrial, our language
What's that sound? Each time to hear a loud collective
Sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk, girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes
Saw the demonstration
On remembrance day
Lest we forget the lesson
Enshrined in funeral clay
History is never written
By those who've lost
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by

Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
Eyes
But I've got a will to powerful persuasion
Scrawling "Basta" 'til the spray can bleeds
A manifesto, like so many things, is the collective conscious
in the mob
Look at the faces around you, collective conscience for all

Wait for the time to open the gates
Break with fury what it may create

Witness
Just another face in the crowd
Wandering towards obscurity.
Driven by the dull desires
Of a worn out routine.

Stagnant in the suffocating
beautiful deformity

These authoritive visions order my collective senses,
My questioning, doubtful, rigid self to kneel
A judas syndrome in effect