Built a Monster

spring is in the air
love is in the air
exhaust fumes in the air
apocalypse in the air

it was a long winter well spent
in a back alley garage
with blow torches and powertools
solvents and drug abuse

no door can hold us back now
no roadblock can stop us now
no choise but to feed this desire
with speeding tickets and smoking tires

We built a monster! (That never stops!)
We built a monster! (That never stops!)
We Built a monster! (That never stops!)
A goddamn machine beast

from here every road takes to a dead end
both paths, the narrow and the wide
so start the engine for the last time
why crawl when you can fly?

Built a monster! (Don't ever stop!)
Built a monster! (Don't ever stop!)
Built a monster! (Don't ever stop!)
A goddamn human beast

a full moon shines
a dead man drives
aren't you afraid, darling?

Built a monster! (Don't ever stop!)
Built a monster! (Don't ever stop!)
Built a monster! (Don't ever stop!)
A goddamn human beast


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Next Season

hey... listen... the world has gone

that's okay, i'll get on the next one
clear the head, and lie here for a while

these crazy days
i let them go down to waste

hey... the sun has gone
i'll see it again the next season
endure the dark and love the cold
and close my eyes just for a while

these crazy days
i let them go down to waste

pile shit up next to the door
then shovel it out the window
guide friends away for supporting walls

bury the conscience
kill the guilt
bury the conscience
kill the guilt

these crazy days
i let them go down to waste

pile shit up next to the door
then shovel it out the window
guide friends away for supporting walls
and bury the enemies under the floor

someone said: "never kill time, kill yourself"


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Robert Johnson

went on a "business trip" after my good master Robert J.
went to look for crossroads of the highways one and eight

didn't give a damn 'bout any good advice
didn't give a damn 'bout no warning signs
didn't give a damn ' bout the words of the wise
or sayings 'bout crossroads and the moonless nights

went to look for crossroads of the highways one and eight
under new moon I cried to him and put my soul on stake

'cause i hunger for the power to make them mortals quake
striking devil's chords and playing with men's fates
driving them unto doom and sin and pleasures of this world
driving them unto arms of my master and my lord

You got to do what you do
You got to do what you do
You got to do what you do
When His squeeze on your soul is tight

went on a "business trip" after my good master Robert J.
went to look for crossroads of the highways one and eight
made a pact with satan, was it worth it only time will tell
I left my heart in Rosedale but my soul's somewhere in hell

You got to do what you do
You got to do what you do
You got to do what you do
When His squeeze on your soul is tight


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Cardiac Angel

I woke up and there were
ten stiches in my chest
where my heart used to be
and there's blood on the sheets

if the bath was still warm
would you come for more?
if the blood was still warm
would you have some more?

a scalpel, an incision. See the water fall
a scalpel, an incision. Open a way and step through

I woke up and there were
a hundred bruises on my chest
on the wrists and the knees
where the blood gently seeps

a scalpel, an incision. Open a way and step through
a scalpel, an incision. See the water fall

Made the worst decision, or was it made for you
Took the wrong path, or was it chosen for you
we love your shame and pour you some more

a scalpel, an incision. Open a way and step through
a scalpel, an incision. See the water fall

Made the worst decision, or was it made for you
Took the wrong path, or was it chosen for you
we love your shame and pour you some more


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