Degenerate

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Track Name: Binary Break
Stripped to the bone, no insulator,
raw nerves to the apathy.
bold heart in an agitator,
a hard shock to the anomie.

We spark with electricity,
murdering the binary,
with open hearts and open eyes,
crack your knuckles, canonize.

Hit me like a hammer,
like a curse within the verse,
we're self-defeating prophets,
overload it 'til it bursts.

Spooky kids on playgrounds,
you're never gonna get it,
we only came to make a scene,
we burn it and we hit it.
Track Name: Defunt (Neon Lights)
Hit the deck like an atom bomb,
like a shot in the dark when the lights are on,
hits me harder every day,
retrofit my corpse away.

Cut out my weaker parts,
the future doesn't need a heart,
as long as I've got dreams to share,
my rot has got to go somewhere.

My design, my hollow soul,
internal clock for self-control,
flash my mind with darker sparks,
my bones can sit inside the box.

Wave goodbye to easy days,
the sun is bright but skies are grey,
in neon I profess my love,
and all the sins I'm guilty of.

talk to me satellite,
binary in laser light,
some people never talk again,
some people think we play the game,
technocratic, automatic,
this compulsions symptomatic.
Tick tock internal clock,
synced to the rhythm of a body shock.

Inside a fantasy,
a better you, a better me,
repair your own philosophy,
we're finally free.
No death and no disease,
cut out these lungs to let me breathe,
biological fantasy,
I'm still human, now I'm me.

rebuild me
my design,
rebuild me,
I'm defunct.
Track Name: Godsynth
Disconnect to redefine,
hardwired, riding blind.
Who do you trust when it's all wrong,
if fear is fair then we're all gone.

God in the synthesizer

We pray in code, the rebel song,
for politicians in graves.
the digital that we're coming from,
Eden never knew our names.
Track Name: Heroes Die
Synthesise me, necrotising baby,
do you love me? Idol worship, pay me.
Am I the devil enough to condemn me?
Maybe I'm lying, my biology, burn me.

Maybe I wont feel alone without a soul inside,
maybe I wont rust in the rain, we're drinking cyanide,
maybe I won't feel the same, I never wondered why,
maybe I won't feel alone, when all the heroes die.

None left to worship and none left to blame,
no saviour to cure you, the blood left to stain.
And I'll be a teacher, a preacher, a friend,
too twisted to die, we're alone in the end.
Track Name: Hot Chrome
The bottle with an angel kiss,
the bullet that will never miss.
Don't give me your reality,
and there's no cure you can sell me.

Maybe I'm supposed to die,
and I'm a sinner asking why.
I'm dreaming of eternity,
hot chrome put a rivet in me.

I whisper words of anarchy,
though teeth of anonymity.
A chorus for a dying world,
shots ring out that you never heard.

If a capitalist learns to cry,
they drown their tears in market lies.
Money never had a soul,
hot chrome give my meat more control.

Hot chrome, give me hot chrome.
Hot chrome, we're burning chrome.
Track Name: Coma
I know, I was born as a martyr,
and I know, I was born just to die.
All my days, they return to the start now,
at the end, even angels will cry.

Maybe, you see me sleeping and,
maybe, you dream I died.
Maybe, you see the slipping sand,
maybe, this coma never ends.
Track Name: Great Abyss
You want emotion, from a world without a soul,
you want devotion, from an anarchist, with no control.
I could be a hero, but I still can't be a man,
I could fix your broken heart, but I wont lie, that's not the plan.

As I stare now, into the great abyss.

I see you sleeping, I wonder if you dream,
some days are harder, it gets so dark, that I can't see.
I'm just the portrait, of the monster I could be,
I'm just the forfeit, that the failure left, from bleeding me.
Track Name: Summer Has Gone
What are we going to do?

Now that summer has gone.

Cold inside, do you feel alive?
Are you still standing, or are you crucified?
As the world turns to ice, pay the price, it's our last sacrifice.

Ice queen, ride the pain machine,
I'm the pretty pauper in your obscene dream.
Hate me, take me, make me see,
what cold fear you can drive in me.
You're so warm where my fingers wind,
your cold eyes say that love is blind.
Track Name: I Don't Need It
This golden age of neon kids, the meek give up the sinners gifts.
(You don't have to understand it, you don't have to understand it)
I've got the scars I didn't need, I won't regret my right to bleed.
(I don't need your understanding, I don't need your understanding)

We deny the lies we've lived, to stare into the great abyss.
(You don't have to understand it, you don't have to understand it)
Live for who you really are, my neon coloured superstar.
(I don't need your understanding, I don't need your understanding)

The truth is never clear as crystal, I don't need your badge or pistol.
(You don't have to understand it, you don't have to understand it)
So give me life or give me death, your deeper thoughts are clear as theft.
(I don't need your understanding, I don't need your understanding)
Freedom comes from revolution, gender split is your delusion.
(You don't have to understand it, you don't have to understand it)
This toughened hide from excess harm, we find no magic in your charm.
(I don't need your understanding, I don't need your understanding)

I'm no nihilist, I'm a freedom fighter, an arsonist, and a fire lighter,
a pretty toy, I'm a serenader, I'm a hammer to cross of a dead crusader.
Cut me deeper, little sister, never learned to fear the reaper.
I might be devilish, and I may be less but I'm more than this.

This meat you see me wearing, through hollow eyes I see you staring,
like I'm the devil you knew, the one you know is in you too,
I see the devils in blue, badges, guns and bars, flashing lights on burning cars. I see freedom in bloom.
Track Name: Retrograde Unapology
Electrical my piano,
I never want to let you know,
that I could play the violator,
that I could be the mutilator.

I'll never apologize,
for dreams that I can never control,
but I'll keep it wrapped up inside,
I'm never gonna let it go.

I'm fighting with myself tonight,
I'll sell my heart to do what's right,
I know that I can be a monster, monster,
my skeletons are locked up tight.

(Give me that hot retrograde)
Track Name: Suit Full of Lies
Crack the river,
cry me a mirror,
death by a lady,
luck be an atom bomb.

This is a test of the broadcast system,
it's still a drill, when the buzzards fly.

Maybe I'm the one with my finger on your pulse,
I know you're dead, but I'll tell you you're fine.
See it's not cruel, I can cut you with kindness,
we got love bombs, dropping from the sky.

You've got to trust me, you've got to believe me,
'cause daddy didn't love me, now we're all gonna die.

And maybe it's wrong to say I'll cut you with kindness,
'cause it's no secret I'm a suit full of lies.

And we say hail to the thief, the oligarch in chief,
the commander in gold with fire in his eyes.
And I say fire, and I mean fire,
'cause Rome's got to burn and we'll strap Nero to his throne.

We got three letter infestations, the CIA, the FBI, the KKK,
we got three more solutions, we agitate, we educate, we organise.
And at the end of the day, maybe the rich will pay,
with their worthless plastic corpses with their 18 karat lives.
And freedom doesn't come without stitches, stitches in the fabric of a suit full of lies.
Track Name: Totenkopf
Soft body ubermensch,
half hearted self defence,
you scream for your white pride,
der totenkopf.

your meat is fit to beat,
all the knuckles you can eat,
left and right and left to rot,
der totenkopf.

I'll eat your skull.
der totenkopf.
I'll eat your skull.
der totenkopf.
I'll eat your skull.
der totenkopf.
I'll eat your skull.
der totenkopf.

spit on your iron cross,
your reich already lost,
your dreams are history,
der totenkopf.

purest blood spilled in the rain,
get back up get smashed again,
fascist scum get in the ground,
der totenkopf.

Hey scum drivers,
we're survivors,
I'm still breathing,
we're not leaving.

here's to the ubermensch,
to the pretty faces,
to the easy target.
der totenkopf.

here's to the hypocrites,
to those broken bones,
here's to your iron cross.
der totenkopf.

here's to your stolen flag,
here's to your stolen words,
here's to your stolen blood,
der totenkopf.

here's to your motherland,
here's to your mother tongue,
back to 1939, starting in America.
Track Name: The Testimony
eins, zwei, drei, vier.

huh, you think you're bad, like a bullet in the chamber,
paper tiger, you're a dog with no bite.
you're a jammed piston, your engine ain't moving,
damned coward, too scared to be right.

the testimony (of the blood in my vains)
the testimony (of the saints)
the testimony (of my heart as it beats)
the testimony, the testimony.

medicate my accusation,
brutalised re-education,
like I'm the biggest bad,
the only dream I've had.

each day it's your opinion,
testament to you dominion,
I'm the martyr, fire starter,
kick it faster, kick it harder.

you know your role, you sold your soul,
for a uniform and gun to hold.
And you know that you'll deny every word.
you worm, you coward, you petty little jackboot.
you bring the meat to market and you butcher the weak.

but we stand, like a nail in your coffin,
seal up the casket to keep in the gas.
cadavarine, that stench you can't forget,
you can wash your hands but you'll never be clean.

tick tock like a god damned trigger,
cop came just to shoot a man.
heart stops like a critical error,
rewind and we start again.
tell the story, claim your glory,
copper medal on an innocent man,
hit the target, social market,
the camera lights give a milk white tan.
Track Name: The Machine
ain't got no cache
ain't got no money
I got nowhere I can go
we're a long way from home

ain't got no past
ain't got no future
are you standing here with me
or am I burning alone?

maybe you've never been blessed,
so what if you've never kissed?
why can we never bring back out the dead?
I hear them whisper in my head.

maybe I'm a little too rapturous,
maybe I'm not sick I'm the sickness,
dropping bombs on holy ground,
that siren song, that pretty sound.

maybe it's a little too dangerous,
the ones we leave won't grieve for us,
I dare to spit where angels tread,
I'm bountiful, alive or dead.

when you've got nothing there's nothing to say,
put the pigs in the pen see if they'll still play,
pull the steel train into the radio station,
crash the driver on the automation.

got a little cut in the palm of your hand,
but the paycheck stings 'cause you're paying the man,
they clip your wings and leash you with a tie,
but your monetary value's how straight you fly.

got cash to burn with a plastic smell,
but the choking air treats the market well,
so put your foot down on the accelerator,
they'll charge for the power from your alternator.
Track Name: Gasoline (The Toecutter)
kick the piston, heavy handed,
hot blooded gasoline.
upgraded, chrome plated,
still burning gasoline.

time crack that great divide, that burn inside that gasoline
we kiss with broken lips, that lady luck, that gasoline
so demanding, understanding, light the fuse my gasoline
drop the bomb to do some harm and we all burn in gasoline

oh, the toecutter.
So high octane, ride with me,
a martyr to the metal, die with me.
we're undervolted, overloaded,
oxide rust yeah, we're corroded.
so tell me I must be a rivet in your eye,
you're still blinded by the sea of burning nitrates in the sky.

my my gasoline.
I need more gasoline.
my my gasoline.
for now we ride or die.

my my gasoline.
I need more gasoline.
my my gasoline.
burning nitrates in the sky.

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