LIVE CULTURE
haute nav
hot navigator
cybergunner
The Spacefighter
comin' up fast
keep the viewers
interested cause I'm watchin'
the explosion, the corrosions
on the liquid, crystal, screen.
listenin' ta music while i'm watchin' tv.
it works for me, but r u making my tea?
men in orange suits re-emerging from the smerge
how could they be real, when everyone's in sleds
headin' to get dead.
dogs in a house i made, a house that i designed as a mall
he's runnin' up the escalator
comin' down the elevata
If we could be one and leave everyone
maybe we could live at my place, inhabit some space
roamin' the room and looking for a clue
species of a mollusk stuck to the corner
he's lookin' at me like i'm the loner
dogs in house i made, a house that i designed as a graveyard
we're runnin' up an escalator
we're fallin' in a percolator
how could this be,
runnin' silently
slowly plotting, and plannin'
arresting ourselves just to get free
(v)
Always winnin' two thousand miles away
so I had to fix this car, the house
and live the life of an honest man
(v)
Very nice modification, extra special eco-location
Bon voyage, it's a woman in ur hands
where we can see her lyin' in the sand
(p.c.)
Do you know,
Where we can seeeee them,
are they alone,
or are they Hi--ding
(c)
what ya gonna do with ur life
you tell me it's so expensive
and when the sun goes down
just rememba to keep ya dark shades on
(v2)
Fuck with me and we'll see
who eats shit on that side-walk
Make it lower, go ta bed
(v2)
what are you plannin' to do
hidin' in a cave, where u don't
even know
what time it is....
(instrumental bridge)
(p.c.)
Do you know,
Where we can seeeee them,
are they alone,
or are they Hi--ding
Do you know,
Where we can seeeee them,
are they alone,
or are they Hi--ding
(c)
what ya gonna do with ur life
you tell me it's so expensive
and when the sun goes down
just rememba to keep ya dark shades on
what ya gonna do with ur life
you tell me it's so expensive
and when the sun goes down
just rememba to keep ya dark shades on
repeat with nasty heavy bass, keys solo, drum fills, fade out, etc.
pretty pictures, on the wall
even though its far past full
don't know when we'll reconvene
but I know that we can just be theives
(hard synth thrash) (Screamed): until it's done
until it's done
i will, i will, and I know that i'll never be seen
we can, we can, always convene
In a hive, how could this be the end
its just a dive, when there's still something
left to send
how could breaking, create a transmission
that exists only in a silent treatment (treatment treatment)
silent treatment, treatment treatment (repeat, drums drop out, ghostly synths, fade out)
