"I'm a clockwork creep And I can't get to sleep They wind me up and let me go And I can't unwind Going out of my mind My time is coming soon you know
These things in my life I've seen dreams in my head Thats can destroy the way things work I can't take it anymore just take it anyway All of my life
[SIDE A : A CLOCKWORK SODOM] A VIEW FROM A HOMO EROTIC CONCENTRATION CAMP. EYES PRY OPEN YOUR ASS. DEVIANT AROUSAL - NEXT FRAME, SLOWLY TURN UP THE
Trapped in a philosophical box - I wonder how I got lost Dirt, dust, grime through the past brushed off Memories - one by one - Fall like Niagara in
These tunes we perform be only a score for ritual endured When we uphold the pure cure Humanity- The all-time great ungifted Needing presence in the
Logiche, schemi d'azione, formule come punti di un sistema instabile, seguiamo curve matematiche e ci illudiamo liberi. Sei qui ancora? La meccanica
What are these penetrating colors Of this soundscaping noisefloor? Is this the old empty future or the black eletric nature? Colors circulate inside
He vist un riu a Paris a prop de sa torre gris. He vist un paraigues esqueixat, tots es mecanismes. Un home i sa dona aturats conversen enterra amb
Well here I am underground Waiting in my metal fortress of sound Lets get it on But its all ready now robot gorilla's how A million pounds of steel
The human race Like a chromatic stain Lost in concrete fields Hybrids of steel Mechanic god creation Enter annihilation We are rendered obselete
Scream words of justice You can scream words of pain In the cyber-world we're livin' It doesn't matter anyway Violent technologies Are knockin' at your
Intro: All the speakers have been scored Tonight we?re going to be so bored The mechanism of bad taste Ignored us cause he had us made To that, what
Paroles : Johan LEDOUX / Musiques : blankass L'autre jour, parti en promenee, Mais pas choisi le good day. Pas de chance, le pneu creve, Et le char
collect your bones. man did you hear the news. the boy's back in town and he reeks of the blues warm welcome home to the bitter truth. so someone spiked
i've got a question for you before i'm put in the charger and scrambled behind the washer my mechanic holder do you have a copy what's your twenty yeah
Time is money is time is regimentation, is standardization, is cyclical regularity. Never an absolute. The groundwork machinery; tool that consumes us
Since the beginning of time, forced into this world We all got programmed to not see the truth Over the lapse of several years We were destined to destroy
