1. |
Black Dust
01:53
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Black Dust falling on the ground
Black Dust falling all around
Black Dust on the windowsill
Black Dust gonna make me ill
Exhaust from a factory
Burned out refinery
Dark cloud from beyond the grave
Waiting for a stagnant wave
Black Dust falling on the ground
Black Dust falling all around
Black Dust on the windowsill
Black Dust gonna make me ill
Mold spores from beyond the sky
Dark matter in your eyes
Last breath of a haunted town
Black as night and falling down
Black Dust on the windowsill
Black Dust gonna make me ill
Black Dust
Black Dust
Black Dust
Black Dust
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2. |
Vault of Tomorrow
02:19
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Crawling through the Vault of Tomorrow
Tell you what I saw
I’m a silicon-based life form
Call me the Horta
No kill I . . .
In the Vault of Tomorrow, In the Vault of Tomorrow!
50,000 years of silence
Now I’m the only one
Tear apart my homeland,
You’ll never see the sun
No kill I . . .
Meet my mind with reason
Now you understand
I’m a silicon-based life form
This is my homeland
No kill I . . .
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3. |
Soul Mates
01:41
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walk this world in every way
never meet the end of days
walk until i reach the sun
eternity is no fun
yeah we could have been soul mates
if you had a soul
sleep a night of endless black
contemplate things i lack
ride that highway to my doom
eternity in my room
yeah we could have been soul mates
if you had a soul
run away from hopeless fate
you don't deserve my hate
collapse into infinity
nothing here, there's only me
yeah we could have been soul mates
if you had a soul
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4. |
Mercy Brown
02:03
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Mercy was a solemn site
Spectacle was not quite right
Dig the ground to quell the tongue
Phantom scream from silent lungs
No one lives here anymore
Hacking coughs and bed sores
Carrier has been laid low
Dig me up as friend not foe
Life is short and then we part
Stone face and broken heart
Bury your fears in the ground
No one here but Lena Brown
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5. |
Almost Real
01:51
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Synthetic human, cyborg fate
Ancient hubris, modern hate
On a good day I can feel
Impressions have a vague appeal
On a good day I feel life-like, almost real
Nothing there, we’re still here
Ancient folly, modern fear
On a good day . . .
Meet your maker, who made whom?
Open doorway, empty room
On a good day . . .
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6. |
Gospel Swamp
03:11
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Ride to the West, the ground will fail
Leave you stuck here, dead upon a rail
Whoa, nothing happens here
Whoa, laugh and disappear
Fires burn at night, canvas in the black
Shout under the moon, never going back
Whoa, now we sing and stomp
Whoa, on the Gospel Swamp
No one saw him leave, was he ever there?
Figure walks at night, specter of despair
Whoa, nothing happens here
Whoa, laugh and disappear
Whoa, now we sing and stomp
Whoa, on the Gospel Swamp
In the Gospel Swamp . . .
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7. |
Lotta Moth Action
02:12
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Home was pleasant, to a point
Till we saw the eyes of red
Silver Bridge collapsed and then
46 of us were dead
Lotta Moth Action . . .
No love lost in ‘66
Pursuit upon black wings of death
Long time curse or madman’s dream?
Gasping, draw your final breath
Lotta Moth Action . . .
Visions haunt me, I can’t sleep
Don’t know what it was but then
Stranger things have happened here
The fog is thick, the line is thin
Lotta Moth Action . . .
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8. |
Life and Fate
02:43
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Sing a song life, and sing a song of fate
Encircled by the fire, you forget to hate
See the falling stars, and see the crumbling walls
You made your last mistake, so now the curtain falls
Your house is falling down tonight
And you’ve lost the will to fight
Silence covers you, and so you close your eyes
And who’ll forgive you now, for believing lies
Your house is falling down tonight . . .
Stars rain down, night falls black
Gone to Hell, but now you’re back
See the falling stars, and see the crumbiling walls
You’ve made your last mistake, so now the curtain falls
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9. |
Good Trash, Bad Trash
02:35
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Good trash, bad trash going down
Good trash, bad trash paint the town
Not a lot I wanna know
No place that I wanna go
Good trash, bad trash feet on fire
Good trash, bad trash falling higher
Everything’s wide open now
Everything that fate allows
Good trash, bad trash now I’m gone
Good trash, bad trash, sing my song
Searching for that blinding light
Out of time and out of sight
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10. |
White Pants
02:04
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Saw her standing at the end of the bar
And he knew that he wouldn’t get far
Saw her standing at the end of the line
And he thought that she looked real fine
White Pants! White Pants!
Get out if you don’t wanna dance
White Pants! White Pants!
Come on, give me a chance
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11. |
Human Fly
02:18
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