LYRICS

HUMANS LIKE COLLECTING THINGS THAT MATCH

This one looks a little bit like that one
But it looks a little bit different too
When you put them together
Hey don't they look cute

Humans like Collecting things that match

I know you've tried it
Tried to step in time
I know you've tried it
Tried to stand in line

Humans like collecting things that match

EVERYDAY ROBOTS

Hey there clones, homunculus
Do you love your robot
Machine constructed slaves

FAKE IS FAKE

I wanna make it big
While pretending not to
And I know
Exactly what to do
And I know
Exactly what it will take
And I know
Exactly why because

Fake is Fake

LUXURY SOMETHING SOMETHING

Give me enthusiasm
Give me fantastic vision
Give me spontaneous movement
Give me free expression
Give me colour
Give me community feeling
Give me friendship with my imagination

PROFESSIONAL ALIEN

Second guess my life from a place that's outside
I become static when I can't guess right
Moving like a robot in a pre-ordained way
I've made a game that isn't fun to play

I am alone
Why am I lonely
I love my friends
Who are they
Am I speaking or just making noises
Am I listening or is it only fiction

Who told me that stories have rules
Who told me there was only one way
Who told me my words were wrong
I have to piece things together from far away

Do I really here or am I just a tourist
Is this why the crowded party seems so empty
Does ritual popular magazine advice
Take the place of sapient intimacy

ZONE ROCK

But you know when the drummer puts the pedal to the metal
everything is gonna be alright

Shackled hungry to my wires
Broken nervous veins of lightning
Collage living in the spires
Fragments falling people dying

But you know when the drummer puts the pedal to the metal
everything is gonna be alright

Crunch my fingers to the number
Keep my pockets filled with light
Keep on walking down the dull street
Hold my meaning in my sight

Coz you know when the drummer puts the pedal to the metal
everything is gonna be alright

GET BACK TO THE HEAP

Get back to the heap
Where you belong
Keep eating the shit
That's been yours since you were born

GET EXCITED REDUX

Well I live in a daze
And I follow the craze
And I see through the haze
Enough to follow the craze

PATENT ON PISS

I've got a patent on piss
And that's one less person I have to kill
I've got a patent on piss
And I'm coming for you

FOR A SECOND

Train your neural network
To find a new solution
Show me new rhythm
Add new parts to the equation

I'M NOT INTERESTED

I will upgrade 'till I die

Consumer device
Never seems to work quite right
uh uh
EDO, DDR, SD, my memory falls out of the sky on me
Hey Mr Marketing guy
Why don't you cut yourself another slice of the pie
and make it a big one
And then repeat after me

We will upgrade 'till we die

What does digital mean?
Count it on my eleven fingers
Hold one up, it looks kind of obscene

I will upgrade 'till I die

SNARES AND STENCILS

Stencils of lightning
Snares of electricity

AIRSHIP CAPTAIN

From the seat I'm in
I can see a long long way
I'll get up and out of it
Some day soon one day

Out through the window
I can see the grass
I can imagine stopping still
And getting out from behind this glass

GOTH ANTHEM

Warm my heart from the screen from the air
Warm my heart from the print and the TV
Warm my heart from the hate from the stare

CYCLOPS OF INDUSTRY

In the pastel grey shroud
of stone drenched street
within the crowd
Solitude, separation
can be more continuously emphasised
Internal walls
reinforce external barriers
within the cyclops of industry

I'M NOT IN IT

I'm not in it
Fuck it off mate
Let it go

DEEP VOID

Deep Deep Void
Episode 31
Deep Deep Void

VUDOO PROXY

Swing that arm
that elastic string
When we close the switch
that's when to begin

Make a move
without a voice
Make a dance
without a choice

Spasm well
The moves will swell
The empty dance hall
In mechanical hell

SHAKE IT TILL YOU CAN'T FAKE IT

Shake it till you can't fake it

YOU'RE NOT ON A MOTORBIKE

Magic wisp of wool
Magic dead fish
Magic knowledge from the dead
Suicide will not rest in grave

SLUG SINGER

Slug singer makes new fame
He's taught us his name

Find him in the light
He's left a trail of slime

Slug singer wants your cash
Then he's gonna do the dash

GHOST CAMERA

The witch doctor rides the electric line
Straight in to the soul
In search of something waiting there
Something sick and old

Follow through the spirit world
The trail it grows so cold
But there within the synthetic mind
A demonic stronghold

Guarded and impregnable
The demon dwells alone
Released from human hate and fear
To electric flesh and bone

Quiet past its carnivore
And through the fire wall
The witch doctor sees it in electric flesh
As it collects another living soul

The shaman has no time to tell
What its arc light eyes might hold
So corrupt ghost camera back to hell
Where the data can't be sold

So if your life is getting dull
As direct marketing takes hold
And if suited strangers stop you in the street
And say things which seem quite bold

Run quickly to your medium
Witch doctor shaman or seer
For close behind your spirit life
Ghost camera is stalking near

Ghost camera oh

PLASTIC FRIENDS

My talking ball it won't answer my question
My fake cat has no batteries
I push the buttons but nothing is happening
My plastic friends they won't play with me

NO POINTS FOR ORIGINALITY

Don't you think it's a bit like being alone
Don't you think it's a bit like being dead
Don't you think it's a bit like staying the same
Don't you think it's like not having any fun

No points for originality

AUTOMATIC ZOMBI

I've got this romantic ideal that i'm an automatic zombi to my heart
I sit and talk to my friends on the phone with my friends that are talking on the phone
Smile at the right people, ignore the wrong people, I know exactly who they are
I've got this romantic ideal that i'm an automatic zombi to my heart

Get out of the cave of death

BISCUIT

In the growing there's more than in the knowing

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