1. CAPTIVE STATE

Measured words and a faithless kiss from men who rule with iron fists
Compassion here is bought and sold but the publicity was sweet
As the faithful gather round their screens
To weep for one more nameless kid
Who died to make the faceless rich

Who died to make the faceless rich
We're voiceless

In talent shows for media whores and idiots fighting fashion wars
A new religion for the poor where everything is bought and sold
As the worthless gather on their knees
In their sweatshops by the sea
To make the things that set them free

To make the things that set them free
We're hopeless

We are - We're hopeless
We are - We're captive
No more


2. WAIT

As you secretly plan your escape
From you world without fences that you fought so hard to defend
You watch the highway below
The silent breadlines of civilised men
As you cling to the edge of a dead Monday

Every town looks the same
It's just the streets that have different names
It's the infinite sadness of parallel lines
It's the shade in your eyes
We're not meant to be living this way

You watch as they dance to the pulse of a clock
With those ignorant faces that they lie so much to protect
But these are all broken men
Their eyes are extinguished, their dreams became lies
And you cling to the edge of a dead Monday

Every street looks the same
It's just the towns that have different names
It's the infinite sadness of parallel lines
It's the shade in your eyes
We're not meant to be living this way

Wait
Meant to be living this way
Wait
We are meant to believe in this
Living this way


3. SUBURBAN SYMMETRY

Caught in the glow of a television
The world is passing by
But you flick it over to a chatshow
Because the world is killing you

We're trapped in terraced prison cells
With matching sofa sets
No - this isn't me
It's my suburban symmetry

You hear them talk in wicked tangents
And you fear what you become
Your government is in control, please try to understand
We don't tolerate intolerance

We're trapped in terraced prison cells
With matching sofa sets
No - this isn't me
It's my suburban symmetry


4. THE WRATH OF THE LAMBS

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5. BLACK

The blackened whisper of the rain
Burns the memories black
You don't see it now
You don't realise
But you're fading out

It all comes back to you in the end
But how did we end up this way?
You don't see it now
You don't realise
But you're fading out

I was planning by revenge
But these poisoned words are meaningless
But there is so much left to say
That you disappoint me
That I will not forget
I will not forget
That I will not forgive you
That I understand


6. FEAR - CONTROL

Behind these cardboard trenches where you buy your conscience clean
From fugitives and thieves
But what's the difference in the end?
The guilt is all the same

These streets have wept a thousand times
And it's painted crimson on cement
But the revolution never came
One last stand from the mild, mild West

Behind these picket fences are the ghettos of the elite
The corporate emperors and slaves who made the world such a beautiful place
With their happy meals and hand grenades

These streets have wept a thousand lies
And it's painted crimson on cement
But the revolution never came
One last stand from the mild, mild West

Your fear is control
We await apocalypse while they nail your enemy to a golden arch
Burn your flags in your shopping malls
Because freedom is a franchise these days
And I think we've lost the fight


7. EMOTION SICKNESS

Asylums for abandoned dreams
And aborted revolutions
The echoes of a dying mind
It's only the faces that change

And you walk again
Along that thin white line
A poem for the dead
A refuge for the weak

Staring through a photograph
Do you ever wonder how you're still holding on?
This is what you've become
And you're no longer in control

Pictures of white fences on the cover of a housewives' magazine
There is so much left to lose
Her portrait is still hanging on the wall

From the bottom of an empty glass your own reflection points and laughs
There is so much left to lose
And you're no longer in control

Staring through a photograph
Do you ever wonder how you're still holding on?
This is what you've become
And you're no longer in control


8. WARGASM

You must be proud
The headlines claim you won the war
And you wear that flag on your lapel
But across your street
A teenage girl is leaving school
To look after the kids

He leaves a young wife and a son behind
As your mother trails behind the funeral parade
We need our heroes now
The population is losing faith
Turn to page three

I remember shots
Of bodies in a long embrace
Like they never knew in life
Across your street
A teenage girl is leaving school
To look after the kids

He leaves a young wife and a son behind
As your mother trails behind the funeral parade
We need our heroes now
The population is losing faith
Turn to page three


9. WHITE LIES

A million middle fingers
Poison the veins of an empire
So deep in denial
So feeble on a leash

And pint-sized philosophers
Are debating the size of the tits on the Sun

Why?
White lies are printed on body bags
Next to the price of a barrel of oil
Profit and warfare on instant replay
We are voiceless

The middle class resistance
Swallow rhetorical theories over cocktails and golf
Revolution is futile

While fat men in pinstripe suits
Are debating the size of the tits on the Sun

Why?
White lies are printed on body bags
Next to the price of a barrel of oil
Profit and warfare on instant replay
We are voiceless