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Beautiful Machine
04:19
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I walk beneath these humming streetlights
Making my way from street to street
Following the silent mass
Following the last parade
Following a beautiful machine
Following a beautiful machine
I hear the helicopters rising
Above the panic and the screams
I cannot hear myself
This is the last seduction
I hear a beautiful machine
All I hear is a beautiful machine
I’m inside a beautiful machine
Here in my perfect isolation
Surrounded by all I’ll ever need
I don’t need human touch
I don’t need conversation
I need a beautiful machine
All I need is a beautiful machine
I could be this beautiful machine
I’m looking through you, I’m looking through you
I’m looking through you, I’m looking through you
I am your beautiful machine, I am your beautiful machine
I walk beneath these humming streetlights
I walk beneath these humming streetlights
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2. |
Trust
03:14
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You can’t tell me nothing, you can’t give it to me straight
You don’t even believe a word you’re saying
You’ve got no vision, you’ve got no spine
The only thing you’ve got is that liar’s tongue
Lesser evil, lesser evil petty lies devour people
Get your blindfold, get your crutch
It’s a game of death by a thousand cuts
Lesser evil, lesser evil tainted rumors, poison people
Who can you turn to, who can you trust
It’s a game of death by a thousand cuts
You couldn’t care less about honor
You couldn’t care less about truth
The only thing that matters to you is winning
High upon your ladder of sweet convenience
I’ve been hearing your stories half of my life
Lesser evil, lesser evil drop by drop the dose is lethal
You’re telling yourself it’s under control
When you’re lying in bed with the devil you know
Lesser evil, lesser evil petty lies devour people
Who can you turn to, who can you trust
It’s a game of death by a thousand cuts
It’s a game of death by a thousand cuts
It’s a game of death by a thousand cuts
It’s a game of death by a thousand cuts
Lesser evil, lesser evil, lesser evil, lesser evil
Who can your turn to, who can you trust
It’s a game of death by a thousand cuts
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I used to think that I knew people
I used to think I knew myself
I used to think some things never changed
Until I became someone else
Until I became someone else
That was so many personalities ago
That was so many personalities ago
I remember when I first met you
I remember your fiery words
I remember your Manson Family kink
You wanted to see the world burn
You wanted to see the world burn
But that was so many personalities ago
That was so many personalities ago
That was so many personalities ago
That was so many personalities ago
I’ve been a pilgrim, I’ve been a ghost
I’ve been forever changing
I’m wandering out of familiar frames
And into foreign scenes
It’s a shadow play of spirit lights
Where we come and go like strangers
But you can’t hold on to the ones you love
‘Cause no one here stays the same
Today I’m not walking backwards
Today I’m not turning around
I can’t hold on to what I can’t change
That was then, this is now
That was then, this is now
That was then, this is now
That was then, this is now
That was so many personalities ago
That was so many personalities ago
No one here stays the same
No one here stays the same
We’re all strangers, we’re all strangers
We’re all strangers, we’re all strangers
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4. |
Let It Come Down
03:39
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Let it come, let it come down
Let it come, let it come down
Let it come, let it come down
Let it come, let it come down
I’m not here for fame, I’m not here for cash
I’m not here to touch what’s behind the glass
All I want is real, all I want is now
A chance, a way, a word, a sound
All I hear is noise, all I hear is shit
All I hear are men telling me to sit
What I know is short, what I know is sweet
A line, a code, a voice, a beat
Let it come, let it come down
Let it come, let it come down
Let it come, let it come down
Let it come, let it come down
Come, come, come, come
I can see the moth, I can feel the flame
I can feel the urge moving through my veins
Give me something pure, give me something bright
A storm, a pulse, a spark, a light
Let it come, let it come down
Let it come, let it come down
Let it come, let it come down
Let it come, let it come down
Come, come, come, come
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5. |
Echo Chamber
03:30
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In this echo chamber talk is cheap
The truth won’t set you free
This waking world is lost inside
An all American Dream
Your little voice cannot be heard
Your little voice cannot be heard
and the wheels of fire keep rolling
Electronic theatre will be used
To bend the will of nations
Plastic glasses, rubber gloves
And mass hallucinations
It’s time to take your medicine
It’s time to take your medicine
And the wheels of fire keep rolling
Yeah, the wheels of fire keep rolling
In this silver mirror funhouse
That keeps us so obsessed
We socialize, we fantasize
We’re being entertained to death
The hand that feeds will crack the whip
The hand that feeds will crack the whip
And the wheels of fire keep rolling
Yeah, the wheels of fire keep rolling
Yeah, the wheels of fire keep rolling
Lies, smoke, static, fear
Lies, smoke, static, fear
Lies, smoke, static, fear
Lies, smoke, static, fear
The news will be infantilized
Our fear it will be magnified
Our terror will seem justified
Our guilt will be erased
The artist must be nullified
Dissenters they’ll be crucified
The betrayal will be real
The rest will all be staged
In this echo chamber talk is cheap
The truth won’t set you free
This waking world is lost inside
An all American Dream
Go back to sleep we’re almost there
Go back to sleep we’re almost there
And the wheels of fire keep rolling
Yeah, the wheels of fire keep rolling
Yeah, the wheels of fire keep rolling
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6. |
Reverie
02:11
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7. |
Cautionary Tales
04:30
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I should’ve seen the headlights approaching
Yeah, I should’ve slammed on the brakes
I should’ve turned around without ever looking back
I guess I should’ve learned from my mistakes
I lost my shadow in red midnight
I lost my heart inside a hole
I lost all of my money on a sure thing
Along this crooked road
I could not think while I was driving
I could not dream when I was asleep
I could not give you convincing answers
To questions that always were so cheap
I did not smile when I was supposed to
I did not laugh at worn out jokes
I paid no attention to the warning signs
I did not bend until I broke
Cautionary tales, cautionary tales
My luck is running out of new ways to fail
Like a letter from god that got lost in the mail
I’m just out here looking for an exit
I never knew that time would betray me
I never knew a thing until it was gone
I thought I understood how to get it right
I never knew that I could be so wrong
Cautionary tales, cautionary tales
This highway is a blur of wayward tales
There’s nothing left to say after silence fails
I’m just out here looking for an exit
Looking for an exit, looking for an exit
Cautionary tales, cautionary tales
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8. |
Tribal Days
02:59
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Tribal days, tribal days
Tribal days, tribal days
Curses, taboos, rituals, powder
Homicide, nationwide, bones ground into dust
High, high culture primitive days
De-evolution is a murderous wave
Criminal cannibals, they’re waiting outside
To take you out to lunch
Tribal days, tribal days
Tribal days, tribal days
Concrete, jackboots, mercury, madmen
Fugitives, savages looking for some time to kill
Ninety-nine doomsday limousine prophets
Roll into a diner at the edge of town
Outskirts, fireworks, it’s gonna be an unforgettable
Fourth of July
Tribal days, tribal days
Sun flares, comets, kerosene, red dust
Matadors, slumlords, the devil’s own entourage
Molotov Cocktail nihilist kids
Are dumping a chevy off Vertigo Bridge
Searchlights, cockfights, a pack of wild dogs
Are tearing somebody apart
Tribal days, tribal days
Tribal days, tribal days
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9. |
Exit
00:35
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10. |
World w/o Pain
04:21
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In a world without pain
Nothing ever changes
Nothing ever grows or ever dies
There are no more shadows
There is no more blood
There’s nothing left to survive
In a world without pain
In a world without pain
Nobody burns for life
No one feels a thing
Pleasure is a setting sun
With the wilderness in the distance
We’re fading away
In a world without pain
In a world without pain
In a world without pain
In a world without pain
In this new dawn light living is easy
As easy as swallowing a pill
all our years will be swept away
The struggle is over, the struggle is over
All our years will be swept away
The struggle is over, the struggle is over
In a world without pain
In a world without pain
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11. |
Future Crimes
04:49
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The age of innocence is dead
Blame is a national pastime
In a courtroom drama of ones and zeroes
Our humanity is on trial
Guilty, we’re all guilty
We’re all guilty of future crimes
Guilty, we’re all guilty
We’re all guilty of future crimes
Guilty of tearing each other apart
With outrage and soundbites
The trial is over, the verdict is in
And now we’re gonna pay for our digital sins
The cause of every primitive war
Lies just beneath our civilized facades
And when these cheap rubber masks fall to our feet
They reveal the savage faces
Of predators and suspects
Guilty, we’re all guilty
We’re all guilty of future crimes
Guilty, we’re all guilty
We’re all guilty of future crimes
Guilty of tearing each other apart
With outrage and soundbites
The trial is over, the verdict is in
And now we’re gonna pay for our digital sins
Digital sins, digital sins, digital sins, digital sins
Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty
Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty
Guilty of paying no attention
To anything longer than a soundbite
Guilty of paying no attention
To anything longer than a soundbite
Guilty of paying no attention
To anything longer than a soundbite
The trial is over, the verdict is in
We’re gonna pay for our digital sins
Guilty, we’re all guilty
We’re all guilty of future crimes
Guilty, we’re all guilty
We’re all guilty of future crimes
Guilty, we’re all guilty
We’re all guilty of future crimes
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Matt Boroff Austria
Throughout a storied career American-born, Austria-based musician and songwriter, Matt Boroff, has continued to take his passionate brand of music to new heights. For years he has excelled at luring audiences into new and exciting terrain, from cinematic noise-rock to gardens of indie-rock ambience. Now he takes things a step further on his third full-length solo album, Grand Delusion. ... more
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