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Oh holy man, feed the Volcano.
So, I abandon my call for reign.
NO, this is not what the God's made us for... little sacrificial animals.
In the store all caged up. Pre-paid at the door.
Don't wait up. I'll join you tomorrow right here, right now. Let the weaklings drown.
Oh, let the water wash me away so I can live with the innocent.
No, I'm a butcher, the bible says so.. In the kitchen for a cannibal.
Oh, let the birds of a feather sing of the pain that the pleasure brings,
of the change in the western wind and the changed direction.
In the store all caged up. Pre-paid at the door. Don't wait up.
I'll join you tomorrow right here, right now. Death to sacred cows.
The ghost in the machine, I feel it open up to me.
I feel the ocean swallowing everything, every breed, every being. [4x]
(Oh holy man, feed the Volcano. So, I abandon my call for reign.
NO, this is not what the God's made us for... little sacrificial animals.
In the store all caged up. Pre-paid at the door.
Don't wait up. I'll join you tomorrow right here, right now. Only one way out.)
- Álbum:
- Distraction
- Miscellaneous
- Songs from Utopia Volume One
- Marathon Man
- 2AM
- Peacekeeper
- High Society
- Burning Bush Supper Club
- High Society - EP
- Agora
- Radioactive
- FM4 Soundselection, Vol. 31
- What A Drag
- Cantora Sampler
- Dance to the Radio 4x12', Volume 1
- Dance to the Radio: Still Occupied Though You Forget
- Still Occupied Though You Forget
- Back Seat Driver (Spirit Guide)
- Giants