Текст Area 11 – Øculist

Wired up to sound
Life radiates around
Shake me, shake me
Shake me, shake me

White noise, I’m tied down
From the first time I heard it
So, my sister static
Holds on my hardened heart

Your veins
You’re chained
To your pain radio
In your veins
You’re chained

The kids in the corners
Never gonna warn ya
Singing, «Hate me, hate me
Hate me, hate me»
Toast to the queen
Before the guillotine
Won’t break me, break me
Break me, break me

White noise, I’m tied down
From the first time I heard it
So, my sister static
Holds on my hardened heart

Your veins

Species split but never merge
I know the taste, I’ve got the urge
(Take me, take me
Take me, take me)
We sailed across the oceans black
They summoned hell, I sent it back
(Break me, break me
Break me, break me)
From solar pulse to lunar ticks
All geometric politics
Fortune the cat is so reclusive
Many lives have many uses
I can’t help but can assist
See through you like an oculist
A universal hologram
Those grams will leave you hollow, man

Your veins
You’re chained
Your pain radio
You’re in my veins
I’m chained
To your pain radio
In your veins
You’re chained
Your pain radio
In your veins
You’re chained
To your pain radio
In your veins
In your veins
I feel
In your veins
I feel
In your veins
I feel