Month: March 2012

  • Side 2 lyrics

    Nukular

    I’m the god of everything
    Except for what is happening
    Brain waves believe it
    Nowhere; see it
    I’m evolutionary
    Developed autonomy
    Brazen in dreams
    Frozen, it seems
    I discovered a theory
    Equates to totality
    Probability, not happy ’til it’s wasted

    Blot out the sky,
    Rub out space-time,
    By closing my eyes
    Beneath my eyelids,
    I’ll make it darker than it’s ever been

    Behold the sirens
    Here comes the silence

    I watch the sun rise for the first time
    I watch the sun die,
    I watch the sun rise!

    Behold the sirens
    Here comes the silence

    All Tied Up

    All tied up in a basket
    With a stranger, on a doorstep
    (“All eyes half-mast!”)
    Your flag,
    You better wear your flag in the right pocket
    It’s like a big beat breaking,
    Like a big beat break
    Like a line you’re saving for a big beat break

    You see the black left pocket,
    See the orange right,
    Like a siren, walking

    It’s like a big beat breaking
    Like a big beat break over a sign you’re waving
    For a big beat break

    You better wear your flag all tied up

    Don’t Get Off The Floor

    Her ice age could clear up
    Hustle could tear up
    Red, she’s subconsciously red

    Get straight – Don’t get off the floor
    Make weight – It’s not a question

    San Andreas in minutes
    Pressure is building
    Red, she’s subconsciously red
    Make a confession

    Get straight – Don’t get off the floor

    I’m taking the stage and kicking your brain in
    I’m melting faces, killing the nothing
    Making you pay, I’m kicking brains in
    Fucking I’m killing your face, I’m bringing the pain

    Red, she’s subconsciously red
    I see red

    Get straight – Don’t get off the floor

    Cold Burn

    Start it, cold
    Your man is on the wire
    Driving, the phone – heavy on your thigh
    You got it, girl
    Sanguine in the snow

    Burn me with the silver and cold

    Tires and chrome
    Is that a .45?
    Power,
    Power and smoke
    You dirtied rock & roll
    Saw you; liked it

    Take me to the water and gold

    Burn. Me. With. The. Silver