HECK LYRICS

1. Good As Dead

Trust in me, good as dead, good as dead, good as dead,
Coming to reincarnate into someone worth talking to.
I turn hot and cold but my heads thinks you're out to get me,
When my passion comes knocking who knows if I'll disagree.
I can't live like this, I can't be your martyr, trust in me.
Truth twists and bends until unrecognisable.
Promise these feelings are true.
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying to change,
It figures that you just can't argue.
I've done awful things, it's no healthy way to live,
I'm waiting for anger but you've nothing left to give.
I realise, please realise that passion works both ways and love and anger
Come hand in hand.
I can't live like this, I can't be your martyr, trust in me.
Truth twists and bends until unrecognisable.
Promise these feelings are true (I'm good as dead)
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying to change,
It figures that you can't argue.
For every low it hides, it denies, each high, turning my anger into a tepid sigh of indifference,
That in time will choke any life I have.
I may be paranoid but there's a lot to be said for a little perspective.

2. Mope

Take that look right off your face, that look right off your face,
That look because your high horse is dead.
Try as you might, I will not fight.
Sulk. Cry. Mope.
State your case 'cause my head won't listen.
State your case 'cause my head won't listen.
One man's bone of contention is another man's turn of phrase,
But isn't it hilarious, isn't it the most brilliant application of wit?
Try as you might, I will not fight.
Sulk. Cry. Mope.
Take that look right off your face, that look right off your face,
That look because your high horse is dead.
Some before behaved the same but apathy can't last so
Take that look right off your face, that look right off your face,
That look because your high horse is dead.

3. A Great Idea Bastardised

Come for the faces, stay for the fees,
I've got a feeling that these smiles aren't what they seem.
These false pretenses are wearing thin,
And there's not a slogan to hide the mess you're in.
You're not welcome here.
I'll see your intentions and raise you greed.
It's not a stylish typeface; a change is what you need.
Now all your failures aren't so discreet, and I will enjoy watching them
Folding at your feet.
You're not welcome here.
It's one thing for you, and another for us.
It's one thing for you, and one more for us.

4. The Great Hardcore Swindle

There's a righteous feeling inside my bones,
I'm not content enduring these clones.
Back in the same way fitting the mould, keeping this business so painfully cold.
Give me 5 years and I'll write it the same way, just more years like this.
I see a problem we must address and it's not just to do with the way we dress,
Let's break this to pieces brick for brick, throwing money at the problem just won't stick.
Where has your integrity gone? I've got a feeling you're all that's wrong with this, it's not a system, this is a business, and one that I'm slowly falling out of love with.
Under the weight of success' cold stare we're find a new way of parting your hair,
And a new breed of partners will come into view, each of them posing a new hoop to leap through.
Shame to put a price on this, where has your integrity gone?
I've got a feeling you're all that's wrong, with this, it's not a system,
This is a business, systematically draining the fun from a love we're all interested in.
Can you put a price on this? Can you put a price on my head?

5. Fastback

Why end up with what's been left?
Let's put some hairs on that chest, and don't waste a fuck, you fuck.
I can't feel a beat.
Turn and face it, face it, this face you've never seen,
As we're talking over, over this place we've never been
Suddenly this rose that's before you don't seem so deadly does it?
Say it again [?] and you're back in the game.
Cut the cord with emerald blades, it's all the same.
The same, it's all the same.

6. Don't Touch That Dial

The world draws its breath.
Would you sell your rights to your perfect life?
I'd sooner choke than force down your shit.
Shamelessly broadcast and fearlessly priced,
I'd sooner choke, a nation desensitised.
I don't expect much (don't touch)
Because when I praise (that dial)
I'm disappointed (don't touch) I'm not fazed.
The world draws its breath.
You seem this is more than it seems,
Sure you're switched on to a bigger screen,
But would you sell your rights to your perfect life?
I'd sooner choke than to force down your shit.
Shamelessly broadcast and fearlessly priced,
I'd sooner choke, a nation desensitised.
Appealing to my patience, of which I have none.
Sell yourself.
Sell yourself.
Sell yourself.
Sell yourself.

7. The Breakers

Thrown together then pulled apart,
Blinded by some fragile art that dares to beg for another fresh start,
It's doomed and set in stone.
The talks is stale and point is ripped apart by your parasitic grip
Until all vitality is stripped and cleaned down to the bone.
Watch your nerve. Hold your tongue. It's obvious we'll carry on.
Here and now, the righteous own the heart of me and here is how,
To exasperate, doom and bore me.
Hold your point 'til on your lips it suffocates under your grip, it's futile.
So I'll just watch you break your own fucking heart.
So break it. I'll be twice the bastard you want me to be.
So break it. I'll be twice the bastard you want me to be.
I fucked up so get behind me. I fucked up so get behind me.
I fucked up so get behind me. Get behind me, get behind me.
I can't stay stuck in this place, searching for some saving grace,
And saying it all with sincere face. I wouldn't test me.
All those things we sat will mean nothing because in the end the good will be broken and the rest will be gored as if by bulls.

8. Totem

Dead weight.
This has hurt me for too long, so it's time we set things straight.
Don't take it to heart, this was something I never planned to lose.
Don't take it to heart. Slick cat.
You got yours, and I got yours too.
Dead weight. What if this threatened to eat you alive?
Dead weight. An eye for an eye.
Dead weight. What if these thoughts threatened to eat you alive?
Dead weight. An eye for an eye.

9. White Devil

Breathe.
Stand tall, try to mask the feeling.
Breathe deep, disconnect the meaning.
Shout it like a brother, "burn the bitch and make her suffer"
It's not unheard of for filth like you to get their way,
But at your height there's a price to pay.
And with the weight of the words you're carrying, you may run but you won't get her,
And I'm not fazed by the amount of empty minds you've fooled or who they are.
So yes we're looking for vindication, and frankly your indignation is laughable.
Fuck burning the bridge, burn the bitch, make her suffer.
I swear to god you're the fucking devil.

10. I. See The Old Lady Decently.

In retrospect it comes to brawn over brains in the end.
Send in the hedonists, because we're all sick of this.
The only way to feel alright is do what makes you feel alright.
Dead to the world, as you're sure to be heard in the coverage around the
World.
For what fame or infamy? I'm not quite sure you get the half of it.
It makes me die when you say I'm alive.
You're not sure what's represented in spite,
Of such a perfect and beautiful life.
What came next was inevitable.
In retrospect it comes to brawn over brains in the end.
In retrospect it comes to brawn over brains in the end.
You came as kings but left as this,
With high principles until you removed all doubt,
That you're nothing but a mob of morbidly overfed wastes of our time.
This isn't over. This will never be over.

11. II. Buried Although

When the truth comes out it will seep from your mouth like a heart bleeding 'til it's dry.
You're directly responsible.
I don't know what you expect, a nation downtrodden and you haven't planned your escape.
Hey hey, with any luck I guess I'll
Hey hey, afford a grave to call my own

Hey hey, the rich just keep getting richer
Hey hey, while the rest fight
For a hole to lie in.
Take the motive, write it to the press and dictate a generation.
Fight the bastards.
Hey hey, with any luck I guess I'll
Hey hey, afford a grave to call my own

Hey hey, the rich just keep getting richer
Hey hey, while the rest fight for a hole to lie in.

12. III. Amongst Those Left Are You

I'm panicking panicking panicking panicking panicking panicking.
How many more times must we go through with this?
You never stop until you've won or are beaten, and it's starting to tear
Us apart.
Your voice may be loudest, and heard the most often but every fight
Doesn't have to be fought this way.
Are you trying to take this away from me hoping that I'll just give it up?
You won't come to either, your tongue's not as silver as you think,
And given the chance I would rip it from your throat.
Here's every point I ever wanted to make, there's not much time left for people like us.
We're dying out, we're dying out, for crying out loud.
We're dying of what I don't know.
This house is sinking, we're drowning, we're sinking, this house is sinking and we're all fucked.
You're priceless working for shit all pay in a nothing job that you hate.
We're all the same, we'd all like to bury this, bite off the hand that feeds,
But we're all just too worthless to change,
So we carry on in the vein that our suffering will soon be over;
The one hope above all others that keeps us alive.
We're no closer to catching how good we are told we should be.
It's not that you're further with more complications, just everyone sees it but you.
Maybe I'm just second guessing, but with all due respect, it's just a big box of matches to me.
I don't want to incite anything but this sounds disappointingly close to the end of invention.
This isn't over. This will never be over.
This goes beyond indulging the points you're addressing,
It's beyond nihilism, keeps us counting our blessings,
This is for all the lies, the fatal attraction, the hate, the waste.
Your self-serving actions surround yourself with 'artists' whose only motivation,
Is to promote their self worth and their egos.
There is nothing ground-breaking, there is no revolution.
There is no revolution and trust me when I say, this isn't over.
This isn't over. This will never be over.







HECK LYRICS