DISINTEGRATION EFFECT

Give Me Life – We’ve come to this place now for far too long and it seems like we’re circling round what’s inevitable. I don’t need this it’s not working anymore. I don’t need this it’s not what used to be anymore. Give me life. Give me life cuz I’m not myself in this crumbling shell. Give me life. I’d trade all these feelings inside for circuits and wires. What used to be loaded with drive is now old and tired. I don’t need this it’s not working anymore. I don’t need this it’s just not worth it anymore. Give me life.

Wasteland – I’m down in this wasteland taking my last breath. I can taste the silence and it reeks of death. Well I’m not going out like this not without a fight. Well I’m not going out like this when I know I’m right. I want to live. I refuse to give up. I refuse to fold. I refuse to stand up and do what I’m told. I’m not going out like this. I’m not going out. Wasteland. I know I’m alive this is not my time. I may never get out of here but at least I know I tried. So it will be written, so it will be done. This is not an ending, this has just begun. I want to live.

We Are The Ones – We say goodbye to everything that was our former life and as we walk away we close our eyes and remember who we were for one last time and we can’t help but think and wonder why but we lost ourselves along the way and it’s nothing looking back will ever change. We search the skies for stars that may point the way as the sun forever sets on this day. But we are the ones the ones to blame cuz we knew it all was wrong though we remained and we all refused to change when we knew it all along but threw it away. We will miss these colors as they fade away to gray and we will soon discover that we had it made. Sorry won’t cut it but there’s no looking back.

Bow Down – Bow down to the one who sings, bow down to the gift he brings. Bow down to the one who sings, bow down or so he thinks. Bow down. Bow down to the one who sings, bow down to the gift he brings. Bow down to the one who sings, bow down to anything. Bow down. No your luck is not genius. No your luck will not save us. Bow down.

Sheer Electronic – Let me get this straight but I think it’s too late. You want me to compromise well I don’t think I relate. You presented the olive branch. You condemned the dissent. You proceeded to run your mouth and the situation was set. I don’t think that you understand – I’m sick of your lies and now I think that it’s time. I’ll say it again and again – you’re lucky to be alive. I don’t know where they went - all the days that I spent. I can taste the regret and all the nothingness left. But I just can’t forget that you played me like you did when I had you pegged and I knew just who you were and I had my concerns but I thought I’d let you in. So this is where we begin – with all the trouble you’ve been. Now we sever the strings – see what the future brings.

Soulless – I’m caught in a death grip with my mind. I’m feeling it all slip. I’m out of time. I feel nothing. This is not me. I can not bleed. I feel nothing. I’ll give you life. Cut it down. Shut it out. I’ll give you life.

Obedience – Freedom is dead. Arrogance is not spoken here. Ignorance is not bliss. Intelligence is synthetic and everything else is pathetic. Obedience. Lie down it’s down and it’s useless to run. Freedom is dead. Obedience.

Dig In – Dig in, darkness smothers everything. Begin, daylight come it’s hard to breathe. This is not the end of me. It’s our life and it’s our time. The sun is coming for us. Again, we find ourselves in dire need. You can – it may just be your time to bleed. I am not the enemy. Save us.

Battle Song – Here we stand and here we plant our flag. We honor the dead and all of those who bled. We say to our loved ones and to all of our new friends “we’ll meet again.” This is a battle song and we hold on to our resolve. We weathered the bombs, we weathered the storms. Battles we won and those that have just begun. This is a battle song and we hold on to our resolve.

Farewell – I’m coming home to you.