Monday, July 11, 2011

FIGHT Lyrics



Sirens (oblivion vs. the memory man) 



It is a curse contradiction tiresome farce image broke apart.

leaving us to unravel our lives franticly.

Shadow tempting us to be inspired evil tempting us to go and destroy.

Evil inspired to destroy Lee ek shadow is safe in the dark

Evil vs the thrill of destruction you can’t escape your self

You belong to grief you belong to grief this mask belongs to death



Electric visions of oblivion self over coming intentions 2x



You won’t escape your self

You run but you can’t hide

Seek and it will find

Then it will destroy



Electric eyes static on your tongue and some future shock

Pushing and pulling on the dead keeping your cameras encaged

Oblivion never really looked so good to me

Feasting on the fury of the modern world

hoping that your god is still in love with you.



You you you you


Styx n Stones (the art of persuasion)


Styx n stones break bones

Words can be seductive

Do as your told

And do it with a smile

Words designed for deception



Styx and stones and riddles I don’t get your point

Styx n stones and riddles do you have a point

Styx n stones and riddles I don’t get your point

Styx and stones and riddles we missed the point



Styx and stones my being as a bomb

Words can be persuasive

Monster read the fortune

off the back of your dome

things don’t look slash sound so good for you….they never did.





Styx and stones and riddles I don’t get your point

Styx n stones and riddles do you have a point

Styx n stones and riddles I don’t get your point

Styx and stones and riddles we missed the point



Vibes (fun with phantom friends) 
Something is changing in the galactic center

Jupiter’s child psychedelic cat

Torac and phil and there band named food



And a man named set



told me to be what I dream to be

so I grew some wings now I can fly



circles vs square



circles vs. squares

make a circle out of you



step into my memory machine



take al the time you need relax your mind

tune yourself to be a free receiver

receive your blessings take them for what there worth

a call to arms a call to prayers

a voice in space projecting charm

fun, fun, fun, fun with your phantom friends

(phantom friends)


(this song is for Phill)


Broken Sea of Glass 

Broken sea of glass

We put it there to make you smile (oooo)

The violent sound of racing cars (ooooo)

Busting your birthday balloons



Come on Carmon make us laugh

Do more with sarcasm



We know some tricks to make you laugh

The violent sound of racing cars

Busting birthday balloons

The truth is dancing in your eyes
Broken sea of glass





Fx Options 

The digital age

Showers the world

With more and more and more and more buttons

Knobs switches flashing lights faders

que point selector

FX options

FX options

que point selector



we are rare machines of , illuminated will

Mutant lovers disperse

Save the world

or save your self confronted by hope
Seven Song Ghost


Your stupid bones

My stupid brains

You’re happy when you’re sad

Take pleasure in your pain



Pleasure in pain

Pleasure in pain

Pleasure in pain



Them secrets that you told me

Confessions we shared

I will be your alibi

I will always be there



Always be there

Always be there

Always be there



I will be there

I will be there



Passing light around to each other in the dark

Wind like movements in the freedom of the roaring dark

Passing light around to each other in the dark

Wind like movements in the freedom of the roaring dark



Passing light around in the dark

Smoke it


Monster


She’s a monster can not control your self

Agent of chaos ultra violent soul

You can’t trust her she doesn’t even trust her self

She’ll devour you whole



Squeeze the dust out of your eyes there are dreams to spare

Thinking in rythmns and rhymes you are unaware of dusted eyes

Dusted eyes



She’s a monster can not control your self

Agent of chaos ultra violent soul

You can’t trust her she doesn’t even trust her self

She’ll devour you whole



The commanding self

She will implode

The party’s over

The party’s over

The commanding self

She will implode

It will implode


Anything Goes(Getting Over an Apocalypse)


Broke your back on the fence blind justice just picked a side

Psychic sounds discarded skins step out side and see your 1st full moon

Nervous break down panic attack

Stranded in standard expectations.



We all have heads full of infinity

Freak folk psych drone death pop purist

What’s the usefulness in an avant-garde mafia

Post-apocalyptic kiss is this kiss kiss



We never need post anything

Anything goes anything goes

Nowisms wowisms

Anything goes anything goes



Smart people are always wrong

I’m to me for my own good

Shake that feeling of relief anything goes

Anything goes


An ESP headache


Random, coincidence, super high receiving

Sub sensory, perception, extrasensory perception



Receiving transmissions of living future

You laugh and cry both at once see falling knives,

Your dodging dreams.

The hidden self-demanding to be heard.

Devoured by intrepid souls abandoned youth remembers you, the second version of the split in me

You build up walls keep secrets stored

Kept sounds are safe –you’ll need it



See through the smoke, break all the mirrors

You will have, the best, luck that you will

Indulge in the furry

Invisible man pinned down by your worries

Shunned for his courage, you’re hunting for charm

The perfect edge.

A swarm of doubt knowledge versus wisdom

Revenge of the words art after dark.

Describing pure chaos



Random coincidence extra sensory perception



Broken Sea Reprise//Autumn Sea of Glass


We know some tricks to make you laugh

The violent sounds of racing cars

Busting birthday balloons

The laughs are dancing in your showing (space)

Autumn sea of glass

We know some tricks to make you cry Why won;t you laugh

Autumn sea of glass 


Twisted Words


The grand wizards of manipulation

playing the ancient perception game

eccentric blackmail merry nightmare

what a ship wreck of a time

like our happy concept wrestlng match

I hear singing ghost from my future shock

Not berserk decepticaons dancing dumb

With perfect prophets promising change



Twisting your hopes into words that will not express

Your drifting into the trap stepping into the trap

Twisting your hopes into words that will not express

Your stepping into a trap drifting into a trap.



Deceptacons and kleptocrats

They never bring change They never bring change




JET FIGHTER(our seat beside the bomb)


Say happy birthday and take a swing at the king

We line up on the roof and play music for the clouds

Cloud king everything must mean something different

We see the future with our shared electric eyes.



Sing happy birthday

Sing happy birthday

We line up on the roof and play music for the clouds

We’re funeral buddies playing pretend

We’re funeral buddies playing pretend

We’re funeral buddies and this is our song.



Inspiration from a time gone by

Intuition that it’s In my bones

That I’ve lived in the static

These are not my times

That I’ve lived as the ghost

These are not my hands

This is not my voice



I resisted you like you fell for me

You ask the question but the question appears bored

Old songs to sing / new songs to sing



It’s so, so RAD

It’s so, so RAD

It’s all so sad it went this way

The torture of the truth now living in your dome

All the pains of putting up walls around your phycho paths

Nothing ever worked out, nothing ever failed

How you hoped and planned it would

The new moral of the order in this world is cold.

The End.

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