FINITE AUTOMATA LYRICS

1. Here Won No One

white grinning smock kicks the roots of fate
whilst in this social cage
and tripping over carnal pains
alchemic change
could never be
the catalyst for normalcy
Hippocrates defaced
whilst crawling through the human wastes
with democratic feigns
for profit gains

or is it too much to trust the doctor's touch?
uneducated fear that licks upon a wealthy ear
reaching back to scrape
the self absorbed and private itch

surgeon displays
a weak malaise
that spins the seed of greed
to carry on that industry
respectfully to disagree
white gloves pick away the fruits of fate
rake in the cure delayed
that pours upon the potion gray
apothecary
with medicated meat
that laughs upon immune defeat

2. Here Won No One (Malpractice Mix)

white grinning smock kicks the roots of fate
whilst in this social cage
and tripping over carnal pains
alchemic change
could never be
the catalyst for normalcy
Hippocrates defaced
whilst crawling through the human wastes
with democratic feigns
for profit gains

or is it too much to trust the doctor's touch?
uneducated fear that licks upon a wealthy ear
reaching back to scrape
the self absorbed and private itch

surgeon displays
a weak malaise
that spins the seed of greed
to carry on that industry
respectfully to disagree
white gloves pick away the fruits of fate
rake in the cure delayed
that pours upon the potion gray
apothecary
with medicated meat
that laughs upon immune defeat

3. The Dervish

[Instrumental]

4. Rot Inside (Demo Version)

Quiver my attraction crawls
Ever closer against the wall
A flirt death ego writhes inside
Playing games with suicide

Feared retort a confidence
Game vilify a heartfelt vain
Makeup dressed with nostril stained
Your affluence is a backward strain

Stray the dog who never cares

In a filthy spied i watch
And know you'll never wear
Gauging a reaction
To a two faced hollow stare
Staging my distraction
In recursion to your place
Lying in the sheet so safe
That loves a fevered ego race

Forward played in course
No remorse
Clashing my recourse

Stray the dog who never cares

Culture shock a severed ghost
To aggravate what suffers most

5. The Shround

[Instrumental]








FINITE AUTOMATA LYRICS