Lyrics Circle Of Dust – Contagion
Text:
«Well I say, the less we have to do with fancy things we don’t need, the better.»
(Contagion)
(Contagion, contagion, contagion, contagion)
Has nobody noticed our infection?
This slow and willing genocide?
Terminal sickness spreads
Through thoughts inside our heads
Our consciences under the knife
Terminal sickness spreads
Through thoughts inside our heads
Our consciences under the knife
Willing transmission of disease
Worship new deities
Contagion
We’ve all succumbed to misdirection
Lost in the concerns of our own lives
Sedated willingly
By our technology
Ignorant bliss until we die
Willing transmission of disease
Worship new deities
Contagion
«We don’t have to buy anything they make, do we?»
«Well I say, the less we have to do with fancy things we don’t need, the better.»
(Contagion)
(Contagion)
Have we been sick since our inception?
Doomed to our own willing suicide?
And as we watch it spread
The living become dead
But never stop to question why
Contagion!
Contagion!
(Contagion, contagion, contagion)
Sickness in disguise
Our contagion!
Open up our eyes
Our contagion!
Sickness in disguise
Our contagion!
Open up our eyes
Our contagion!
Album
Circle Of Dust – Circle Of Dust - Machines Of Our Disgrace
Circle Of Dust – Neophyte
Circle Of Dust – k_OS
Circle Of Dust – Neurachem
Circle Of Dust – Outside In
Circle Of Dust – Hive Mind
Circle Of Dust – alt_Human
Circle Of Dust – Signal
Circle Of Dust – Humanarchy
Circle Of Dust – Embracing Entropy
Circle Of Dust – Contagion
Circle Of Dust – Machines Of Our Disgrace
Circle Of Dust – re_Engage