• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Technocracy - Corrosion Of Conformity
• Technocracy - Liquid Divine
• Technocracy - Out Of Tune

Behind the bars, can't feel the scars
Scars that won't heal wasted potential
Potential vaporization
Sadness tears evaporate
Incineration of doubt burn away
Forget the forgotten consumed
Reality comes crawling crawling
By those who brought them
The wound has healed but no healed right
Reality crawling
It's time to open up to the air of the night
Condescending eyes haunting crawling
Lying to yourself to dull the pain
In my mind haunting haunting my life
Long uried feelings infect you agian
The time has come to exorcise
Symbolic dreams fo broken chain
Disinfect the lies bad spirits arise, arise
Faith-reassurance was your crutch cane
In a ceremoney set up in your head
So many things never realized
You reckon with forsaken dead
You realized you spoke too soon
Stand up to your now before your eyes
On a judgment hill beneath the moon
Disinfect the lies bad spirits arise
Crawlin crawling reality crawling
The time has come to exorcise
Which inviting path do you choose
Crawling crawling reality
What direction wlecomes you?
Crawling

without an aim we stagger throught a span of time called
life
we learn to be replaceable, we learn to stand alone
we use to hope for better times to burn infected wounds
we learn to act adaptable, we learn to fear the change
afraid of my intentions, I know you grasp for air
now everything´s collapsing, protect me if you can
nothing´s like it seems to be, it´s all about technocracy
I wonder ´bout your way of life, we´re closer to the end
we cross the swords to fall from grace, we don´t give
anything away
we deal with words just to impress, we like to hurt and
to forgive
we try to handle any loss, we´re really narrow-minded
we´re moving on in circles, the hunt is on my dear
chorus
we really don´t know where to go, at least we´re going
down
we listen to the madman´s speech of all the things to
come
we suffer from the happy end, we fall asleep, we dream
we take it all away, we act like figures on the screen

I'm feeling something creeping up my spine
that just needs to be said
it might be something fucking up my mind
things I recently ate
What it is nobody really knows
All I know I'm about to explode
The corn was glowing the corn was green
spliced genes spliced genes
Vomit vomit vomit vomit
I'm picking up encouragements to violence
straight into my head
It might be christian talk radio
transmitted to my teeth
Radio frequency ID's controlling my mind
implanted on my neck
Turns out mr. Orwell, after all
was quite an optimist
What they are only scientists know
their only function is to control
I'm a number and I'm a barcode