IGI - Infrared
Tekst :
The Sacred and the Scared Align And
Call On Me to Break the Ballerina s Spine.
My Heart Has Fallen Where He Lands, When
He Lands.
The Sound of Every Word You Said Hit
Like a Wave of Infra Red... I d Really Like
To Stay But I ve Got to Go Home, Alone.
Summer Came and Summer Went While
We Contrived to Re-invent the Scene Serene.
The Sound of Every Word You Said Hit
Like a Wave of Infra Red ; I d Really Like To
Stay...
Frosted Glass the Window Stains Your
Face and Shattered Ice Becomes Kaleidoscopes
Of Colour, Taste and Sound and Turns The
Ground Into the Liquid of the Sea, The
Liquid Friction of the See-saw Swaying,
Drugged Among the Shards of Splintered
Snow to Where the Ultraviolet Rays Stain
The Whiteness of Your Skin Where Wheels
Of White Light Shine and Spin Towards The
Essence of the End, Then Re-beginning
In Slow-motion... Slow-motion...
Inne utwory
Frida of blood and gold Are you lonely Mine Pieces of our heart Lady moonlight In the meadow The empty dancehall Let me entertain you Road to your soul Love leads nowhere Freeze Apple tree man Like Emily Theft Understand Wild hearted woman Dream now Losowe utwory
Right now
There s a tearmark on my face
And I know somehow
You are to blame
Everybody not just friends of mine
can look at me and see
I m not over you
Like a scarlet woman with a sign
For lonelyness
Chorus:
I was proud, such a fool
And now I m comparing everyone to you
It s a lie
That...
Put on your special boots,
d-d-dance the night away.
Put on your special boots,
d-d-dance the night away.
Strophe 1:
You ve got your soldiers in your pack
Feel the beat in the track
Put the groove in your back
And move your butt-butt up and down
Strophe 2:
You...
Whether I m right or wrong
There s no phrase that hits
Like an ocean needs the sand
Or a dirty old shoe that fits
And if all the world was perfect
I would only ever want to see your scars
You know they...
Dajesz mi,tyle ile chcesz
nie wiem już czy to miłość czy grzech.
Święto mi zamieniasz z zwykły dzień
nie wiem czy Ty udajesz czy nie,
lecza ja już zmienić nie chce nic
choć dobrze wiem,że rozum śpi.
Wystarczy płaszcz,Twój biały płaszcz,
Twój biały...
Idiots! are mastering dominance through negative
Reinforcement.
Uneducated. ignorant and fucking mentally incompetent.
Wife-beater bro needs to die.
Tonight’s the night we bite back – revenge!
We’ll dance in our master’s intestines
And then go after his friends those motherfuckers.
Turn on the masters
Turn on the bastards
Die! they deserve to die
For their lack of compassion, for human...