TWELVE TRIBES LYRICS

1. Post Replica

It's been said that progress...that progress is the promise of annihilation. Prayers will burn and war will be a sign of the end until no one is left to medicate humanity of the belief in the cure for the sickness which it taught. We are held hostage in the name of self denail consumed by the grace of your god. We are held hostage in the name - rise and awake. The perception of our hell is their sleight of hand. Misdirecting our love into worship keep your finger on the pulse 'cause the vein has been cut and the blood has become my religion Ive replaced the walls of my defenses against the unaffected god infested portraits of fear and redemtion rise and awake for this new offering of life. Rise for this new for prison for church and for saint for thief the opiate of our sacred city. Mass media armed to the teeth there is truth to burn and war in the streets.

2. Baboon Music

HEY KIDS! I don't think your ready for this systematic rebirth this is anything you want. Step right up and make your move. This is the rebirth this is anything you want step right up make your move. This is the primitive sound of the hung. I've programmed this station to sit by and watch you bleed. Dead noise has been broadcast in our heads far too long and it ends with the taste of your blood. It ends with the sound of your scream. I don't know the faces but i know the names and I watch the shadows take shape. This time there is no prison to keep you alive and awake. This time there is to curtain to draw your dreams from physical reaction. Step right up make your move this is anything you want the plug has been pulled from the wall the battery is dead are you still afraid? I don't know the faces but i know the nam es and I watch the shadows take shape this time there is no prison to keep you alive and awake. This time there is no curtain to draw your dreams from physical complications in our shadows lost in traveling the setting sun. Conversations behind closed doors caught in our heads to hear once more.

3. Translation Of Fixes

I resort to impulse to escape the living face down in your indifference waiting to fall in line and I was never impressed with your addiction to conscience. Pain has long been the lost humiliation of genius and I've been misled to believe that I was alone. It always turns out better this way. Sedated so you wont have to feel a thing. I resort to impulse to escape the living. Counting the imperfections down the lines of face. When all the regrets and failures in you were so obvious pain has long been the lost humiliation of the soul and I've been caught between what's real and what's for sale. I'm not the one who profits from stainless masquerades. I've come to terms with my fixations and all your failing attempts faithful performances the timelessness of your act wont be the end of me.

4. Venus Complex

Hammers of our destinies smash us like collisions of planets; fragile legs march to chaotic distance. Inching towards the end of our love, as we know it. Time hasn't changed the weight of gravity. Time hasn't changed the wait. Count down to expiration my heart has not been sold or saved by your love. Obsession, self-destruction, I'd burn it all for you. Damaged hypodermic sex lingers in the air until you reappear with it and I feel an absence of self destruction. If I could have it all it wouldn't be enough if I had it all without you my heart is the rising sun over abandoned skies. No longer wanted to light the earth left cold and unborn to the life below. Breath the signs and the weight of calculated destiny a lthough "...place and time are meaningless" it would take an eternity to replace the years of my life spent loving you. Time hasn't changed the weight of gravity, time hasn't changed the wait with a pen in my heart and this message to write I can't pretend it's all for nothing or it's all been lost.

5. Backburner

Praise the new drug! Your routine is the latest trend and you're wearing your enslavement like a prescription fashion statement. HALLELUJAH! Your progress has been projected to crash into this glass ceiling and burn when this process fits you it will possess you. To reinvent the individualist 'cause we are the living dead. Dreams fall apart into pieces before you know it, you've lost them. The dream has been long forgotten. The dream is dead you've reached a new low. When this process fits you to reinvent the individualist 'cause we are the living dead who fear not of man or god. Raise yourself up from the dead so far you've been useless dreams fall apart dreams fall apart dreams fall apart dreams fall apart reinvent.

6. Chroma

You only get one chance I locked myself away in your hands time and again intoxicated by your scent and I lost it, affection was force fed because it wasn't mean for me you weren't meant for me I keep a piece of your sincerity locked in vials of stress. Rope off the contempt tap the syringe leave your confessions in my skin you cried for me inside I thought you die for me I'm giving my self a second chance to explain you said all the wrong things as I walked way here it comes again I've been though the desert on a horse with no name. I sleep in gasoline on a burning floor so stop me if you've heard this one before. The green in complication my static situation bends to transpose my starving expectations end. The leeches spill infection my reflection shows half a man. It's not enough you kille d what I could have been. I'm giving myself a second chance to explain you said all the wrong things as I walked away everyone I know seems to know me better than I know myself. They have no idea it makes sense to feel pain it makes sense to need pain you only get one chance to decide. I guess I'll make up my mind when the time is right. You only get one chance to be alive if your patience is waning it will always pass you by. It won't pass me by and in the heart-pounding end the sun has not yet set there is still a light that shines in the distance. I tried so hard to find the right thing when I'm sorry was all I had to say maybe the pain was more than it seemed I was awake trying to function in a dream. I wan to walk with your hand in my hand to find a place where this dream ends and you and I begin.

7. The Train Bridge

Welcome to the inside the dim light of revolution personified where your god is an assortment of colors and lines in the city some days I hear the train coming like a three fold Armageddon swelling time. I feel the ocean coming alive the rain falls like gunfire and the sky falls apart. You are not who you say you are I am counterfeit we live on top of the most beautiful world it's not real; we're running out of time as it is. I am counterfeit save your breath there are some places where the beauty does not reach the train storms flood the dead streets with innocent blood. Drowning your salvation in the undertow of your god. What have you become I remember to tread water I'm not breathing in as I feel the ocean coming alive I am less human inside. The streets run with the blood of the sanctified. Nothing has ever felt so cold as the silence tonight in time as it is my name will crash these walls and you will know my name is revolution for the last time.

8. Godshaped War

Prepare yourselves a new war has come upon the sons of man. Lines have been drawn called to fire choked by thirst we speak in terms of a forgotten world within ourselves take me alive I confess every fault guilty until proven innocent. Lives have been lost as teenage time bombs slit their wrists in broken homes and mass detentions reality is lost. (in predestination) take me alive I confess every fault of my heart I am the accent and the fall. I reject the labyrinth formed within me. I confess every mistake that I've made and I suppose you've been told to open fire on your conviction and I suppose that you'll surrender now that you've been warned. War has come upon the sons of man we are called to fire and choked by thirst we are called to fire within ourselves. Take me alive I confess every fault of my heart I am the accent and the fall held captive of judgment I am the ascent held captive of judgment I am the fall.

9. Luma

It's hard enough just to pr etend that this quasi-cosmetic relationship's immune system is automatic. I've been so tragically fooled into believing that time is healing our wounds. While the remedy is looking at me looking at you pictures wont get me through this. Phone calls only make things worse, permanent rescue from excuses better left unsaid you hide your heart behind the thought of each sentence pictures wont get me though this. Phone calls only make things worse, you try to make it easier but it wont stop me what did you say when it was already to late what did you say it's not what you think what did you say when you try to speak you suffocate this conversation always ends in a hole an apology is ended before it's begun. You words hung by and umbilical cord at any given second this womb could explode. This is the love you say you want this is the love you still don't know. This is the love you say you want this is the love that leaves your heart broken.

10. Flight Of The Pathogen

I walk
Inside a facelift
Made a conflict
The contents defeat the purpose
Because I live outside
A makeshift heart it was always red plastic and cold
You've got to know your place in this...I stick to the basics: Intellect; Substance; Ambiance.
With no poetry in my existence stuck going nowhere fast
I'm consciously falling out of love with myself
And the world with myself and my soul
I'm living for just one moment to die alone
You've got to know your place in this world
Your life won't disappear when your eyes are closed
Self is a statue in this world you crumble and fall
I sleep as if I was innocent
Not knowing what the world was made of
With one eye open I wouldn't dare to wake up
There are antenna in these veins
Trying to tell me something
Leave me under layers of dead skin I'm invisible without them
I walk inside a faelift
Unknown outside of this shell
I'm not complete







TWELVE TRIBES LYRICS