Lyrics:
fear just hate
Drives us to the ultimate
Cut loose extremes
On our maniac machines
Take me down
Or hit the ground
Neon nights
At the speed
collection of orphans
Leave them in the state grip
The nurses hate them
But it's up to you and me
My faithful sin-eater
To give them a glorious light
you're the punchline, baby
Take a bath
I'm a man machine
Drinking gasoline
Super human being
I'm a queen's dream
The dog has ate my homework
clean
Birds take a bath
Watch it come out green
Let the Birds take a bath
They come out Charlie Sheen (winning)
They come out coop machines
They
torturing people
In the dungeon
In the dungeon
The king`s obsession for machines of torture
Richard`s collection is mentally ill
The iron maiden or the wooden
You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission
And the bags are
You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission
And the bags are
drunk she didn't know
wot she woz doin'
started to take a bath
in the bathtub
wiv her clothes on...
possessed
possessed
Ghost in the machine
ghost in
my clothes
All my collection, adorns my room on bamboo poles
Use to be a little, but a little got more and more
Now I'm craving yours
Night
(He's got to be clean
He's got to be clean, ahhhh!)
I wash my hands whenever I eat
And in the bath I wash my ears,
My elbows and feet
I
enriched perception
Collection the past remains
The past inside the present
Music is the ultimate time machine
Music is the ultimate time machine
Take that
From the first collection of poems "In Your Name” (Russian: Во имя твоё).
In English (interpretation by Lord Muck):
Are there drops heard from
Hidden in silence, below barren waste
Confusion, hunger, am I still awake?
Have I ever told you about my time machine?
Sit you down, I'll tell you
The aftermath
Of a blood bath
It's the final blast
A loss of breath
The rotten flesh
And birth defects
Fallout! Fallout! Fallout
Fallout! Fallout!
We-we-we
We were fearful
That our voices
Will be transferred
Into the machines
And we will no longer be able to see ourselves (What!?)
What was even worse,
of the afterlife machine
I've got your head and your covenant of dreams (I've got your head)
I've got your dead and a collection of your screams
Not your
What is your relation with ones and zeros ?
What can we do
when everything is a lie,
an illusion ?
Part human,
part machine
the evolution of our
You scream bloody murder for guns
Bloody murder for guns
Not for murdered children
Murdered children
Never give up your collection
Your collection
from the future
Shall beat the bath of blood
Burning skin, flesh and bones
Inventors of the nation
Recreating way of death
Once there’s a button
no one if we're not on the radar
Live inside a screen
Bath in dopamine
Handcuffed to the feed
Acting to be real
Kaleidoscope
Kaleidoscope
24 Hour
and Court TV
You like shadow puppets
Woody Harrelson
Reading in the bath
Nirvana and baseball caps
You can hear me talking
Right up till I
Brandy and Monica walked in and caught me fuckin' Aaliyah (what? Oh my God!)
I splish splash while I'm takin' a bath
Grab a handful of pills, break 'em
Brandy and Monica walked in and caught me fuckin' Aaliyah (what? Oh my God!)
I splish splash while I'm takin' a bath
Grab a handful of pills, break 'em
playing Frankenstein
'Least it's yet to bring me any peace of mind
I'm a broken down machine
An amalgamation so obscene
A collection of defective parts
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