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TANKTRAP LYRICS
"...'Cause For Sale" (1996 EP)
1. Justify My Game
2. The Edge
3. Wake and Bake
4. No World Order
5. Chant / Locked in a Prison
6. ! Que Delicia !
1. Justify My Game
The man he plans and the gods who damn
But listen to my friend:
If you have never finished your deeds
And seen them to the end
No chance or accident that
At last you're sitting on the
Edge of a gully
Senseless rebel
Who's mad at everybody
The man he plans and the gods who damn
In among this riotesse
A cut throat from razord edges
Isn't more ain't violence
Abstract who gives a fuck
Bacause I don't justify my game take it
Shelter won't make you make it
You're dead... beware...
The man he pland and the gods who damn
Contingency's violence
All action a person made as
Something else than riotesse
Master serving the slave revolution
Anarchy raving chaos
Nothing can save you from loss
You're gone... beware...
2. The Edge
Tattoo me now
Stick the needle deep in my skin
A cutting glimpse
The thirsty knife gave watching me bleed
Now in my head
Planting electrodes on my brain
The thumping of my heart
Beats the machine
I am at the living dead
Primiiv organism
No more nothing for me
That's it...
Here is my fear
Energy knowledge and power
Live'in me
My instict drive for live
Keeps me alive
Come and kill some
More and more
Of my cells
What do you think
Am I rigth
Now the beeb
Of the life machine's gone flat
Another kingdom's secret door
Stand ajar
Here I go
I leave all this for good
I could come back here
Is true but
What for... what for...
3. Wake and Bake
Rise at noon, cafe soon, next is wake and bake
Never hate, it's not too late, give everything you take
Avoid wrong, keep smokin' strong, while still remaining straight
Say what you mean, through harsh it seems, and carry your own weight
Don't forget, a pile of shit can many treasure hide
So love me right, please every night, I ain't too young to die
Avoid wrong, keep smokin' strong, while still remaining straight
Say what you mean, through harsh it seems, and carry your own weight
4. No World Order
Watch, how the boob tube
Feeds as any crap
Everywhere the streets are
Full of crack and rap
Got no plane
Still everyone's flying high
The young aren't young
Just already to die
Stirving skyscrapers
Cast dark shadows
Jungle in the streets
Hangman�s gallows
Media projects
The real through pictures
Today reality is a fiction
Is the viewer or the viewed the wictim?
Can't believe my eyes
Who made this changes?
Won't accept the lies!
Can't believe my eyes
How fucked the age is
Can't believe these lies
Automaton work done
In their factory
As the man fat pig
Drinks at the party
We're just watching on
As we suffer
Greedy pigs hog it up motherfuckers
In the end what we got, just leftovers
5. Chant / Locked in a Prison
The dark soul of his own mind
A lone wolf of his own kind
Searching something to find
With closed eyes see to be blind
He departs on a journey
As the wind may blow the wild weed
In the world he does his learning
Feeling joy or pain and hurting
He's a child and a hero
He chants his only motto:
Every freedom to know
Just move and always go, go, go!
Out is the only passage
Possibilities are massive
He lives hard, he is active
The unknown is attractive
In every war he's a fighter
Upon the Earth to make it brighter
Eagle's claw and feather lighter
Flying ever higher
But now he's gotten turned out
Experience has burned out
So calloused hear his loud shout:
Wander outlow hopeless about!
6. ! Que Delicia !
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