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Confined by design
Descendants from the sky
Create a brand new life
Programmed for labor
We're born to die

The stars align tonight
Showing the light

Music to Watch Girls Go By

Matt Monro

Complete Hits

2007

"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

O liewe Lulu
Sal jy vanaand by my kom doedoe?
Die liefde brand hier in my hart soos voodoo
My drome lê aan skerwe liewe Lulu

O ek kry hoendervleis,

hands

Man it’s hard to believe this is Blokkies Joubert a hooker in the Springbok scrum
Because he’s old and grey and he sits in his chair in

don't overstand this
Collective security
Our collective annihilation, fragmantation
One by one unification, all nations create
A denomination hmm, one

I

Caught forward, that's our mistake
Proof you can see above the frozen, hold it
Together their mind's a cave
So much collective hate
Back up

Welcome to the world spurred by connected references
Anecdotes to mask the notes of our collective emptiness
Readiness to die like Biggie no big

I want a lot of it
Count it by myself no need for accountants
Presidents on me like Rushmore mountains
Drip is too wet like it came from a fountain

A hemorrhaging of non-thought, a tragedy                              
Rapid decline, our trigger happy theocracy
Bound and fueled by propaganda,

and gaze the sky
Farm your own food
The circle of life
Sit by the fire and
Tell what you saw, It`s story time
Now we connect to praise the night
Feeling

wrote first
The word the beats birthed
We repping that brain earth
We the minds of one collective genius
Even if you haven’t heard us yet
You probly seen

the treacherous length
In every instance when i consume
It's fuel for collective, respected rage
Since i'm well trained, self-taught
Battle-tested, overwrought,

Or rather, the way it could manifest the potentials of the Eternal. Namely, by attempting to create inner divisions by spreading the belief that your sexual

truth
Would you somehow know

And if I seem to be selective
I'm not by myself I am collective
Just like a zillion stars make up the galaxy
There's room

the vine
To incline the evils you leave behind
Such a blessing these lessons
That has me moany by testing
This is an open confession
I've been collective

deadened
I am the wealth in the recession
I am not the propaganda that is spreading
Fears and lies I will uncover for the collective
Manipulate the figures

promised mighty messiah
Common folk now stands in the line of fire
Collective insanity

Power and pride justify the joining in  
Condemned souls feed

my life by making my own rules
Not everybody likes it but it's not their turn to choose
Like a bad dog, I can't stop running
A fireball, I keep it

Regenerative Ryan here to Regenerate the collective Consciousness
By the age of 35, 95 percent of our life is Run by the subconscious
Are you

Collective suicide
Breeding failure
Son of nothing
Bizarre mirage
Tortured by desire
An orgy where your flesh is sweet and weak … !
Grotesque state

Paranoia, an iminent attack made by the state.
 
Who own our lives?
Who chooses the social rules?
 
Paranoia, a collective fear remains constantly.
Paranoia,

shock, knocking on the door

Try and find your confidence in a city so same
If you try to be explicit the collective conscience kills it
Try to remove it

unfolds
She got the face of a goddess, but she's a collector of souls
Burning the kush the vibes are calm, collective, cool
Healing by stone, the spirit is

to follow
Like a sequel that wasn't worth it
I'm Chaplin on a horse holding a dirty napkin
Startled by an audience when the masses start laughing

I'm