1. |
After The Fire
05:19
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Burn down, burn down, burn down, burn down...
Long days, dragging on longer, if I’m not to
learn from this, then I might as well be dead.
Count fifteen things, that I am grateful for,
then burn the list and move onto the next.
Smouldering hopes, but I’m climbing higher,
time to realise that I’m the biggest denier.
Cindered souls in danger, ashen white faces,
scraping the embers of a life I once embraced.
Sifting through joys, burnt photos of your
boy, kamikaze outlook, flickered glimpse of
life enjoyed. Time to move along, and bulldoze
all those songs, smear-the-chalk-off-the-
blackboard, and erase all that’s wrong.
Fuelling the anger, consuming the passion,
extinguish the faces, scarred memories ashen.
Burn down, down, down, again...
Blue heat, of incinerated melodies
Black ash, of carbonised luxuries
After, after the fire, after, after the fire.
It’s not my face melting in the blaze, living
in boxes, feel a burning craze. If all you feel
is stifled, and destinations blurred, no future
on horizons, tomorrow’s deferred.
Then why not burn a bible, and fight for
survival, religion will kill you while
you fight in your sleep. Charcoal dreams,
vapourised memories, incinerated baggage, it’s
all good cleansing.
Fuelling the anger, consuming the passion,
extinguish the faces, scarred memories ashen.
Burn down, down, down, again...
Blue heat, of incinerated melodies
Black ash, of carbonised luxuries
After, after the fire, after, after the fire.
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2. |
Hate Crime
05:05
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Is there a tendril of hope, onto which we can
grope? You’re a victim of a system given a
ration of rope.
Now watch your back, as your neighbour is
spying, and your best mate is watching, so
you’ll want to give up trying.
A billion nameless souls, with a crime to
each face, but a billion lost ideals, that are
smothered in space.
If all you get from hope, is a vision of
blue, then you’ll want to die right here, and
pretend it was true.
Your thoughts are everyone’s to share,
everyone’s to screen, everyone’s to deny.
Pre-determined and pre-destined to fail, your
mind is the state’s, and the state is unkind.
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate-crime hate-crime...
It seems every time you try to open the door,
there’s a thousand
perished souls who had tried it before.
A stab in the back, from a voice in the pack,
even your mother, whispers lies to another.
Subjugated to a level conformed, inhale the
state ideal, and exhale all that’s real.
Crushed to frustration, you’ve resorted to
crime, now your destiny’s ours, until the end
of your time.
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3. |
Reasons
05:36
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Slabs of concrete misery, stand tall in
monotony, early morning salt and mist, you
cannot bear the sight of this. Take this noise
away from me, can’t you see it’s agony, she
cannot cope, mind immolation, she won’t make
self-mockery.
Reasons to disturb, reasons, reasons...
Iron lady, iron fist, crush the pride of all
industry, outsource labour, outsource minds,
healthy morale is a crime. Smoke stacks
spewing hateful lies, thoughts of love and
suicide, demise of social empathy, loss of
faith in future dreams.
Reasons to disturb, reasons, reasons... (I lost
my mind)
Freedom took you for a ride, come and see
true hell inside, you’re real and I’m just a
drone, did I see you cry alone? Perched up on
the precipice, once your life was sugar-nice,
everything now gone awry, time to close your
eyes and die.
Reasons to disturb, reasons, reasons... (I lost
my mind) (loss of faith in future dreams)
The demise of social empathy, we’re flying
blind.
Reasons to disturb...
Now wipe that acid from your eyes, time to
take this pill so fine, enjoy the silence while
you can, the fire will come... Oblivion. Life
is futile anyway, thought you’d throw it all
away, your desperate cries for help are lost,
amongst the forms of bureaucracy.
Reasons to disturb, reasons, reasons... (I lost
my mind) (All hope is blind)
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4. |
City of Ruins
05:08
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Burn. Will we ever learn
Burn. Its not my concern
Burn. Everything comes down
Burn. Into the fucking ground
We come alive
We watch the city thrive
Politics of industry
Will hinder recovery
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5. |
World in Decline
03:49
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The sun frowns down on yet another day. Another
Tsunami is heading your way. There’s a hole in the sky
hidden by corporate lies. Keep the cameras rolling
while your apathy cries.
Black ocean walls, fish over-trawled. Government
amnesia and their promises discarded, policies hidden
under blood-red carpet. This desire to, destroy all life
on earth, is pure arrogance can’t you see. Our demise, is
in the skies, it’s written for all to see.
The hard rain falls. Count it down, raze all to ground.
The last day calls. The fear of life is what you’ve
found.
Pipe all living matter, to a lunar refinery. Terraform
the biosphere, until maggots are your masters.
Exchange the guns for brooms, expose the secret junket
rooms. Swap Kardashian news, for oil spill clean-up
crews.
The hard rain falls. Count it down, raze all to ground.
The last day calls. The fear of life is what you’ve found.
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6. |
Ruined
03:09
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7. |
Ghost in the Attic
03:47
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Fingers in dust, let yourself go. In the hell of a chill,
memories glow. Howling for some respite.
What the hell is their purpose, I’m dying inside? Bits and
pieces of me falling from the sky. A little annoyed coz I don’t
know why. A spectre in the mirror, and I’m trying to hide. Who
are these souls, why have they come to haunt me?
Looking for a quiet life again. Don’t wanna face the ugly
noise this time.
Looking for a quiet piece of mind again, these banging noises
are driving me wild.
Bits and pieces of me falling from the sky. A little annoyed
coz I don’t know why.
It’s a stairway to nowhere. Knock, knock knocking up in
the attic...
Looking for a quiet life again. Don’t wanna face the ugly
noise this time.
Looking for a quiet piece of mind again, these banging noises
are driving me wild.
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8. |
Angst (feat Ohm)
05:27
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Rennen kämpfen handeln verdienen
Rennen kämpfen handeln verlieren
Der Mensch er muss ein Ziel im Leben haben so sagt man
Der Mensch setzt sich ein Ziel im Leben
und kämpft darum
Er kämpft handelt
lügt und betrügt
strebt diesem Ziel zu
Doch er erreicht es vielleicht nie
Willst du es wirklich oder hast du Angst
Erfüllung des Ziels bedeutet Sterben
Erfüllung des Ziels bedeutet Neues
Rennen kämpfen handeln verdienen
Rennen kämpfen handeln verlieren
Sie haben nicht hart genug gekämpft so sagt man
Vielleicht war dieses Ziel auch falsch
Ist es was man wirklich will oder hat man Angst
Angst vor der Erfüllung des Ziels
Willst du es wirklich oder hast du Angst
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9. |
Trauma
04:56
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I find myself. Outside of myself. Trying
to look back. Capture a moment. When it
hits you. I keep going back. To find the
moment. Where I lost, when I lost... Then
it, it hits you. Feel the force of the
blow. Then it, it hits. You can feel the
force of the blow. Then it takes you. Feel
the force of the blow. Then it, it hits.
Then it, it hits you. Trauma. I keep going
back, I keep going back. Then it hits you.
Somewhere in between. Can you help me?
I can’t find that moment in time. Then
it hits you. Feel the force of the blow.
Then it, it hits. I can feel the force of
the blow. And it hits you. Feel the force
of the blow. Then it hits you. Trauma.
Then it, it hits you.
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10. |
Hell's Gate
07:04
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11. |
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Is there a tendril of hope, onto which we can
grope? You’re a victim of a system given a
ration of rope.
Now watch your back, as your neighbour is
spying, and your best mate is watching, so
you’ll want to give up trying.
A billion nameless souls, with a crime to
each face, but a billion lost ideals, that are
smothered in space.
If all you get from hope, is a vision of
blue, then you’ll want to die right here, and
pretend it was true.
Your thoughts are everyone’s to share,
everyone’s to screen, everyone’s to deny.
Pre-determined and pre-destined to fail, your
mind is the state’s, and the state is unkind.
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate-crime hate-crime...
It seems every time you try to open the door,
there’s a thousand
perished souls who had tried it before.
A stab in the back, from a voice in the pack,
even your mother, whispers lies to another.
Subjugated to a level conformed, inhale the
state ideal, and exhale all that’s real.
Crushed to frustration, you’ve resorted to
crime, now your destiny’s ours, until the end
of your time.
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Damage Control Melbourne, Australia
Damage Control are an industrial electronic remote collab project formed in 2012. The project now comprises of Bill Barsby (originally UK; currently Melbourne, Australia) Alex Wise (Sydney, Australia) Richard Thacker (originally UK; currently Sydney, Australia) Tom Slug (Vancouver, Canada) with guests Markus App (Karlsruhe, Germany) Craig Saunders (Sydney, Australia)and special VIP Guests ... more
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