Lyrics:
don't sleep
When the water runs cold
And the calendar burns
As the story unfolds
And the valley spans miles
When the mountain stands high
Can't they
A friend I forgot to send home
Who waits up for me all through the night
Calendar girl
Who's in love with the world
Stay alive
Calendar girl
Who's in
of the fittest is replaced
By survival of the wisest
Let us dream of the great and sudden splendor
Of a new tomorrow let us dream of
The full flowering of a
New
Collective consciousness
Steered towards destruction
One mind to rule them all
Brainless shells of abyss
Independence is sacrificed
No thought is
Accompanied by an emerging sense of clarity
A collective awareness listens to the echoes of our origins
Death becomes part of this reunion
And sparks new
a stranger, Head down or fall on your knees
Maybe your calendar boy, Is the man in your bad dreams
Ive been sleeping lately by my fireplace, waiting to roll
of our collective cohesion, the vital organ of this machine
Exposed and subject to torment, exposed and leaderless we deconstruct
Inch by inch it will
the calendar changed and the pages fell off, but the singer remained the same
And he never grew tired of singing his song, and his fans still called his name
the calendar changed and the pages fell off, but the singer remained the same
And he never grew tired of singing his song, and his fans still called his name
Paranoia, an iminent attack made by the state.
Who own our lives?
Who chooses the social rules?
Paranoia, a collective fear remains constantly.
Paranoia,
Waiting for the fall.
Hours slip on by, and the curtain has it's call.
The audience never came, but the fat woman went home.
The box-office has
sleep
I'm not afraid of the future
Have to suffer and repeat
I tend to agree
What happens will be
Pain of my own making
Cut short by eternity
I see the sun and I see the calendar
The days go floating by so slowly in the blur
I read the numbers and I discard everyone
I burn my fingers
Avoidable suffering and pain
We are patiently inching our way
Toward unreachable utopias
Visions
Enslaved by the forces of nature
Elevated by mindless
Breaking the flow of oxygen tunneled by my vision
Subdued in a quarrel I could never win it
Breaking the flow of oxygen tunneled by my vision
Subdued
1. Collective Suicide
Music – Zezão Lyrics – Fernando Campos
The dead homeland where I was born
Has a dirty trail of blood
My reflection 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
need no one else around
(Nobody else around, no nobody else around)
Just good vibes and collective sounds
(Just good vibes and collective sounds all I
Here is a scale, weigh it out
And you will find, easily
More than sufficient doubt
That these colors you see
Were picked in advance
By some
want I love it
A hustler's wit, the grit the grind
My genetic code make-up, murderer by design
On Mayan calendar time when night meets day
I'm in
pitch dark
Yeah, this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part
Uh, fuck the marketing, look at what I'm accomplishin'
I'm beatin' niggas by
don't overstand this
Collective security
Our collective annihilation, fragmantation
One by one unification, all nations create
A denomination hmm, one
I
it’s goes
Dear life
Keep a rifle by my side
Keep it on
Incase I don’t make the ride
Feeling what I’m feeling
Cause this demon on my back
Fuck what they
They're spending millions for your thrill
Collective desperate overkill
Wrapped up in harmless words that grin
Forbidden games you'll never win
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