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Lyrics - Purge
Purge I
Give me
pleasure
Give me pain
All the things to make it fade
Take me where I want to go
Take me where I want to go
Oh...lost my way
Out of Reach
Feeling
empty
Here in my world
No redemption
No mercy
Oh Yeah!
Yeah!
See me falling
Too far gone to care
I can feel you
Coming closer
Just out of reach
Empty
promise
Fills my demons
Gives the courage
Need despair (to stare?)
Oh Yeah!
Yeah!
See me falling
Too far gone to care
I can feel you
Coming closer
Just out of reach
Shed a tear
in darkness
No one feels
No one cares
Oh Yeah!
Yeah!
See me falling
Too far gone to care
I can feel you
Coming closer
Just out of reach
T.D.M.
(That's right boy, that badge, this uniform and these boots, a uniformed police officer, carrying out an order. Watch them intecept me, I'm just doing my fuckin' job. You're under arrest you got the right to remain silent. That's about it.)
Kicking,
scratching, and living for what?
I'm part of the system, and the system is fucked
I'm a
problem
I'm a disease
I'm
Generation X
And I'll do what I please
Oh yeah,
alright
It's your generation
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Got a foreign car, cappucino bar
Corporate sponsored seminar
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Sell me
life in a package
Paint it red, white and blue
I don't care what you say
I won't live like you
We got your
family values
The fuckin' cross
You got the CIA and your crooked cops
Oh yeah,
alright
It's your generation
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Got a foreign car, cappucino bar
Corporate sponsored seminar
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
You got all
the answers, all that you need
I got just one question...
What about me?
Oh yeah,
alright
It's your generation
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Got a foreign car, cappucino bar
Corporate sponsored seminar
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Cruel World
Don't judge
me, with your prejudice
Your church and God.
Tell me what the hell you got
that I want.
You can't
save us all, the
journey of the sick
We're never very long,
in your cruel world.
Don't trust
me, comfort
me with sentiment
You don't mean
Don't flood me,
in rivers of medicine
I can't swim.
You can't
save us all, the
journey of the sick
We're never very long,
in your cruel world
Pssyche
Pssyche!
Hah! Pssyche!
You're alone in the pack
You're feeling like you want to go home
You're feeling unfinished but you keep on going
The reason is there
You won't find it 'til you're thin and gone
Because your living a hoax
Someone's got you suss(?)
Pssyche! Hah!
Tell your
brain, sing the inspiration
Your pale illusion
And then you follow to transfer
Drug for machine to play with your head
So you can stand back and watch
Take part and burn
Pssyche! Hah!
If you
don't know the game then you're still part of it
Because out on the streets it's strange
To show
Knowing full well that you're on the range
Dodge the bullets or carry the gun, the choice is yours
Hah! Pssyche! hah!
Look at the
controller
The nazi with a social degree
A middle-class hero
Rapist with your eyes on me
You pay some masturbation
A priest cheers (preach yes?) for the nuns you fuck
You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance
But Jesus wouldn't like it, no
Purge II
Give me
pleasure
Give me pain
All the things to make it fade
Take me where I want to go
Take me where I want to go
Oh...lost my way