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THE SENSELESS - IN THE REALM OF THE SENSELESS (CD) | ||||
| 2007 - Anticulture | |||||||
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Tracklist
1. You Love It 2. Vacation 3. Unprincipled 4. A Big Comedown 5. Crippled Trash 6. You Are Nothing 7. Promise 8. Wreckage 9. Evilicious 10. No Bombs Is Big Enough 11. Happy Ever After 12. After Happy Ever (Unmetal)  the lyrics |
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1.You Love It
Now I’m happy and hopeless
Now I’m ready to play
I vow to roll with the punch and I will reign on today
In this state
Can I
Love my Enemy
In this state
Something
Is overpowering
I’ll take what the world throws at me
And throw it back twice as hard
I can do anything
You f-cking love it
In this state
Can I
Love my Enemy
In this state
Something
Is overpowering
2.Vacation
Life
Oppression
I work for hours every day
Quitting was
The best thing that I ever did
I need a life
I need vacation
I need some shelter
Life
Is labour
You must work ‘til death they say
But when I looked
I found a better way
I need a life
I need vacation
I want some vodka
Now give me shelter
No more five hours sleep every night
No more loser workmates
No more watching my life waste away
3.Unprincipled
Not here tomorrow
I’m gone today
I shun the crowd
This rat won’t race
I’ll drop my load
I’ll change my pace
Unprincipled
My plan for a better future, I’m totally
Unprincipled
So take this job and shove it
Don’t fall down
Don’t lose your feet
Now smile
4.A Big Comedown
This is a song about feeling the way you do coming down off a big weekend of pain, the stomach is churning you’re feeling the fear that comes as a result of an unbalanced brain
Caning it hard with your friends is the best when the night is still young and you’re still feeling fresh but the following week’s a nightmare; a massive comedown and a hundred yard stare
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, I’m tired, I’m so tired of feeling down, serotonin comes around, I’ve gotta get busy I need balls to get busy I need 100 percent of my time, quitting it now that’s what I’m doing, that’s what we’re doing now we’re doing it you know it
When it all stops working being fun
Well then I’ll quit
That is what I’d say
Now I give up
Go
5.Crippled Trash
Can’t believe what I saw
On TV the other day
I saw a crowd go wild
And they’d worship things they’d say
Trash confessional
Watching trash reach out
Help me here I’ve no idea
What this trash is all about
What the f-ck is wrong with everyone
Does anyone have a f-cking brain?
You’re worshipping a load of sh-t
This world has gone insane
Trash confessional
Desire to be cleansed
These people reveal things
That I’d never tell my friends
Oh Paris
I beg you
Where is the promised land?
A saviour clad in Calvin Kleins
Take my place at your right hand
Unworthy
Lord MTV
I know that I’m unclean
I’ll never be as good as what I see upon the screen
This world you hold in front of us,
this world we’ll never know
We’ve been seduced wholesale
by this smoke and mirror show
So we go for what we can,
revolver, Saratoga, and seven
No smelling the roses on the path of life,
we’ll snort our way to heaven
Heaven
6.You Are Nothing
Nothing
Your life began with
Nothing
To naught you’ve grown
We measure men by not the things they say but what they’ve shown
Brave online boys
Reality sorts them out
I dare you to put it out there and show us what you’re all about
Nothing
You useless f-cking
Nothing
You have no choice
Can you feel yourself getting sleepy?
Listen to my voice
Look at all you tough guys
Look at your sad tough guy act
You love to say “don’t f-ck with me”
But it’s time to face a fact:
You’re Nothing
Sometimes don’t you wish you were free
To do something great instead of sending sh-t to me?
Nobody knows, nobody cares, we don’t owe you a thing
We’ll dedicate this song to you
It’s called Nothing
Now rise, glory spoiled
Generation waste
Time to fake lordship
Know Your Place
Peasants
You have no worth
You’re all scum
Get off my earth
Borrow a pistol off a gun buddy, hang yourself, rid the world of your evil f-cking presence
Kill yourself
Now, back to the music
7.Promise
Smile hah
You little boy
Think you can save a dying race?
Smile, saviour, smile
From your soapbox, piece of cake
A slide rule
In your hand
A flower in you hippy hair
Does anybody listen?
Do they even f-cking care?
That was dad, full of hope
For a hopeful hopeless son
A prince of promise
A loaded gun
I thought that I could change the world
He smacked me in the f-cking face
“Think you can save a dying race?”
Closest thing I felt to grace
What I learned to be good and true
In sun, soil, sh-t and p-ss on the street
It’s ruin or rot by any degree
Highs come cheap and lows come free
Beware my brutal brand new fist
A whoreson’s ear, jacks and cord
I can land it like a kiss
Or a f-cking sword
8.Wreckage
We were right inside you
We were with you all the way
We live for tomorrow
Hush now it’s OK
We know they didn’t want us
But whether right or wrong
Our cause is righteous
Behold, we’re now kings of fake
Who spun our way into hearts and minds
We fell vicious, pleading, our cause unheard by
Deaf ears and
Mocking b-tches
We sleep then wake up as bad guys
This sleeping dog no longer lies
We’re waiting for the day and then
How we’ll miss you
In the land of dust and flies
Is hope, disaster, rot, and lies
Look them in the eye and say
How we’ll miss you
Craziness and double thought
Ruled by morons no longer
“I had a dream” he said
How we’ll miss you
The morons overstayed
I know we’ll find a better way
I’m kidding when I say
How we’ll miss you
9.Evilicious
Now it’s time for us to feel the hate
I’m going to name every f-cking name
It’s illegal to do this in a song
My balls are huge so I don’t give a f-ck
Find this b-tch ------ ------
Saw her legs off send me the photos
For her death I’ll pay three thousand straight
That c-nt ripped me off for thousands
These people all have it coming to them
Don’t feel worried when you sort them out
We’ll mark their passing by clinking our glasses
And laughing like this:
Ha ha
A pr-ck called ---- ------- works for the --------- ----
A slag called ----- ------- who worked at ------ ------
A tour manager called ----- from the united states
--- ------- from ---- ---- ---- tours
-- ---- -------- from Melbourne must die
------ ----- in Sydney is full of bastards
Kill them, burn their company down
Burn them all now
10.No Bomb Is Big Enough
Hear me now in praise of murder
Hear me now in praise of pain
Hear me now abandon reason
Hear me and believe me – that I want to see you dead
Suffering
What you get you will get back
From another
With interest
Now pay in full
Did you think there’d be no consequence you motherf-cker?
Death to the mundane
No bomb is big enough
Seething world of useless people
Burn them sweep the ash away
Mindless, hopeless, awful, feeble
Make them suffer, make them pay
Time to reverse evolution
Revert to a world of fishes
Cleanse the world of life
Suck the eyes out of their head
Here we are at the same point again where you, the peon masses, can once again ruin anyone who tries to do anything because you don’t know how to do it on your own. That’s where we’re at. Once again, the useless waste of flesh that has ruined everything good in this goddamned world. That’s where we’re at.
I want to be the fist punching the world in the face
I want to be the one exterminating all life
I want to kill every person in the world
I want to be the abortionist’s knife
Kill them all, the experiment didn’t work
Wash this waste of flesh and bone off this planet
I pray to you god to kill these f-cking people
5 billion executions and counting
Our destiny is to consume each other
Mother, brother, sister, lover
I swear to god
There is no god
No bomb is big enough
11.Happy Ever After
Happy did we run through fields
Happy did I find her
Happy did we both join hands and jump in the meat grinder
Happy did we mince ourselves
Mince ourselves together
We are now dim-sims
And we’re happy now forever
No more evil lyrics, this hates a fallacy so
No more words about ‘the blood of my enemies’
To know me’s to love me,
these things that I say
Are in jest – believe me when I say
Everything’s ok
Everything’s ok
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