WAKE UP AND SMELL THE... CARCASS
1. EDGE OF DARKNESS
(Music: Steer)
(Lyrics: Walker)
A rising, bleak dawn
A permanent sunset
On the human condition
A boot perpetually treads
Illumination snuffed
Fowards on time will march
Holding as a mirror
Condemning to repeat the past
End time
The realms of a setting sun
Twilight
A new age has begun
Decline
Decension to a new dark age
Blank time
An old world not quite so brave
Right on the edge,
Of a new dark age,
Back on the edge,
We stand...on the edge of darkness
A fading dusk
Empty, blanketing shade
A dying sun
Only blackness radiates
An aeon ends
A millenium overturned
Time lies in embers
As barren horizons burn
End time
The realms of a setting sun
Twilight
A new age has begun
Decline
Decension to a new dark age
Blank time
An old world not quite so brave
Right on the edge,
Of a new dark age,
Back on the edge,
We stand...on the edge of darkness
(leads)
End time
The realms of a setting sun
Twilight
A new age has begun
Decline
Decension to a new dark age
Blank time
An old world not quite so brave
Right on the edge,
Of a new dark age,
Back on the edge...
(lead)
Right on the edge,
Of a new dark age,
Back on the edge...
2. EMOTIONAL FLATLINE
(Music: Steer)
(Lyrics: Walker)
An emotional void, a cold empty shell
Embittered husk, a heart of darkness
Trace weak pulse, vascular eclipse
Numbed and sapped, emotional paralysis
Flatline, grievious bodily heart
Flatlined, sensitivity bypassed
No tears to cry
Stone cold emotional flatline
Emotional flatline
No tears to cry
With indifference touched of emotion drained
Cold bloody minded, caressing disdain
Pulsating life, only rhythmic dead beats
Terminal cardiac ridden with disease
Flatline...no tears to cry
The hard line...stone cold emotionless flatline
No time to cry
Stone cold emotional flatline
(lead)
Emotional flatline
No time to cry
No tears to cry
3. EVER INCREASING CIRCLES
(Music: Steer/Regadas)
(Lyrics: Walker)
Round and round we go,
Like a merry-go-round out of control
The same old tune, same old song
Again, again, and again
Round and round we go,
When will it stop, nobody knows
The same old chords, the same old words
It all sounds familiar, all starts to sound the same
Turn on, tune in, drop out,
Out of tune, dropped in, turned off
Who calls the tune?
Round and round we go,
Ever get the feeling you've heard this before?
Same old melody, rejuvenated,
Recycled again and again
Round and round, we go,
Never able to stem the flow
Same old notes, going round in cycles
Over and over again, and over again...
Turn on, tune in, drop out,
Out of tune, dropped in, turned off
Who calls the tune?
Who plays the fool?
As the circles ever increase
(leads)
Round and round we go,
Like a merry-go-round out of control
The same old tune, the same old song,
Again, again, and again
Round and round we go,
Ever get the feeling you've heard this before?
Same old melody, rejuvenated,
Recycled again and again, again and again...
Turn on, tune in, drop out,
Out of tune, dropped in, turned off
Turn on, tune in, drop out,
Out of tune, dropped in, turned off
Who calls the tune?
Who plays the fool?
Who calls the tune?
As the circles ever increase
4. BLOOD SPATTERED BANNER
(Music: Steer)
(Lyrics: Walker)
Your blood flies in the wind,
It's old and worn and has no glory
Hand on heart allegiance pledged
Patriot, hatred instilled
Ignorant, white trash stand proud
With bigotry endowed
These colours don't run
These colours well worn
These colours don't run But put to the torch they'll sure as hell...
Burn like your passion,
The passion of the damned
Can you still hear Dixie?
Ignorance is your strength
A raped stolen land stands so proud
Can you still hear Dixie scream out loud?
These colours don't run
These colours are well worn
These colours don't run
But put to the torch they'll sure as hell...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Your blood flies in the wind
Aged, ragged it's a sorry story,
Blood-spattered banner unfurled
A nation, hatred instilled,
With slavery stained,
Your dream of shame
These colours don't run
These colours are well worn
These colours don't run But put to the torch they'll sure as hell....
These colours don't run
These colours are well worn
Your colours don't run
But put to the torch - I'll tread on you !!!
(leads)
These colours don't run
These colours are well worn
These colours don't run
But put to the torch they'll sure as hell...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Want to see your flag up in flames
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
I'll tread on you.
5. I TOLD YOU SO (CORPORATE ROCK REALLY DOES SUCK)
(Music: Steer)
(Lyrics: Walker)
Please tell me how to think
Please tell me what to say
Please tell me what to do
Please tell me how I should behave
Please tell me what to sing
Please tell me what to play
Please tell me how to act
Please tell me the rules of your game
Please tell me who I should be
Please tell me what to do
Please tell me how to please
I really want to be like you
Really done it now, sold out
But to who, what, when, where and how,
Yeah, really done it now, sold out,
I've taken my cut
And corporate rock really sucks
Don't try and tell me how to think
Don't tell me what to say
Don't tell me what to do
Don't try and tell me how to behave
Don't tell me how to sing
Don't tell me how I should play
Don't tell me how to act
I don't want to play to your game
Don't tell me who I should be
Don't tell me what to do
Its myself I'm trying to please,
Don't anyone, least of all, you.
Really done it now, sold out
But to who, what, when, where and how
Yeah, really done it now, sold out
I've taken my cut
(lead)
Yeah, really done it now, sold out
But to who, what, when, where and how,
Yeah, really done it now, sold out
I've taken my cut
Yeah, really done it now, sold out,
But to who, what, when, where and how,
Yeah, really done it now, sold out
I've taken my cut
And corporate rock really does suck
BURIED DREAMS
(Music: Steer)
(Lyrics: Walker)
Welcome, it's a world of hate
Your life of buried dreams
Smothered, by the soils of fate
Welcome, to a world of pain
Bitterness your only wealth
The sands of time kicked in your face
-Rubbed in your face
When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
...All you need is hate
When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
...All you need is hate
In futility, for self preservation
We all need someone
-Someone to hate
(1st lead - Steer)
(2nd lead - Amott)
Welcome to a world of hate
When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
...All you need is hate
NO LOVE LOST
(Music: Steer)
(Lyrics: Walker)
Sensual awakening
Numbing feeling's dead
Conception's romanticised
Synthesized broken heart's to be bled
Without emotion you heartstring's played
Strummed and severed to the tune of a tragic serenade
(A tragic chorus)
Without emotion, your heartstrings break
Snapped and severed to the tune of a tragic, sad cliché
No love lost
When all is said and done
There's no love lost
The low cost of loving
Amorous travesty
Human frailties and weaknesses are easy prey
How your poor heart will bleed
Without emotion you heartstring's played
Strummed and severed to the tune of a tragic serenade
No love lost
When all is said and done
There's no love lost
(1st lead - Amott)
(2nd lead - Steer)
No love lost
When all is said and done
There's no love lost
No love lost
When all is said and done
There's no love lost
ROT 'n' ROLL
(Music: Steer)
(Lyrics: Walker)
Can you smell the rot?
As opportunity knocks.
The foul stench of success.
This carcass in decay,
Well past it's sell-by date.
This time the fall comes before the pride.
The chameleon's changed its shade,
But the same old song, to the same old tune is played.
Falling to the bait,
But the song still sounds the same.
Let's rot ...C'mon, rot!
This carcass in decay,
Tell me, can you smell the rot?
(lead - Steer)
The chameleon's changed its shade,
Gold digging it's own grave
But the song remains the same.
Let's rot, let's rot ...C'mon, rot!
Commiserations or celebrations of a rejuvenation?
Commiserations or celebrations of a rejuvenation?
9. EDGE OF DARKNESS (Radio 1 version)
(Music: Steer)
(Lyrics: Walker)
A rising, bleak dawn
A blackened sunset,
On the human condition
A boot perpetually treads.
Illumination snuffed
A long shadow cast
Time is a mirror
Condemning to repeat the past
End time
The realms of a setting sun
Twilight
A new age has begun
Decline
Decension to a new dark age
End time
An old world not quite so brave
Right on the edge,
Of a new dark age,
Right on the edge,
...on the edge of darkness
A fading dusk
Empty, blanketing shade
A dying sun
Only darkness radiates
An aeon ends,
A millenium overturned,
Time lies in embers,
As barren horizons burn
End time
The realms of a setting sun
Twilight
A new age has begun
Decline
Decension to a new dark age
End time
An old world not quite so brave
Right on the edge,
Of a new dark age,
Right on the edge,
...on the edge of darkness
(leads)
End time
The realms of a setting sun
Twilight
A new age has begun
Decline
Decension to a new dark age
End time
An old world not quite so brave
Back on the edge,
Of a new dark age,
Back on the edge...
(lead)
Back on the edge,
Of a new dark age,
Right on the edge.
THIS IS YOUR LIFE
(Music: Steer)
(Lyrics: Walker)
The spirit distilled, the soul is bought.
The D.N.A. split, the virus is caught.
The germination of reproduction,
Complex patterns of genetic devolution.
The die is cast.
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this the meaning of life?
Is this the genesis of devolution?
The die is cast.
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this the meaning of life?
(lead - Steer)
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this the meaning...
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death.
ROT 'n' ROLL
(Music: Steer)
(Lyrics: Walker)
Can you smell the rot?
As opportunity knocks.
The foul stench of success.
This carcass in decay,
Well past it's sell-by date.
This time the fall comes before the pride.
The chameleon's changed its shade,
But the same old song, to the same old tune is played.
Falling to the bait,
But the song still sounds the same.
Let's rot ...C'mon, rot!
This carcass in decay,
Tell me, can you smell the rot?
(lead - Steer)
The chameleon's changed its shade,
Gold digging it's own grave
But the song remains the same.
Let's rot, let's rot ...C'mon, rot!
Commiserations or celebrations of a rejuvenation?
Commiserations or celebrations of a rejuvenation?
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