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Forsaken and Broke
02:08
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Forsaken & Broke
Words & Music: The Engineer
We didn't mean it...
Didn't want it...
Didn't break it...
...I saw them...
...Lying there faking...
...everything...
...Wired limbs & broken hymns...
...Scented lies & broken minds...
...Didn't want it...
...Didn't mean it...
...Didn't take it...
...I....should forsake you...
...should forsake you...
...I'm in your mind...
...Seconds tick by...
...I didn't see you sitting there...
...One second & your in the ditch...
...One glance in a broken mirror...
...spitting on the broken phonographs...
...Tear apart at broken seems...
...Reveling in your shallow dreams...
...Hollow...So hollow...
...Scooped out insides...
...Devoured flesh...
...Plastic circuits & wired mesh...
...I didn't mean it...
...Didn't take it...
...Heart palpitates...
...I am forsaken...
...You are Forsaken...
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Tour De France
02:07
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3. |
Assemble Apart
02:25
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Prognosis Synapsis
02:41
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A new frontier ahead, leave behind the dead
Words By: the Engineer
Stiff and motionless I walk down the corridor,
I hear the breathing on my neck,
I can’t help, aww hell look over my shoulder,
What was that that I saw?
A tail slithering down around a dark corner,
A dark shadow of a barren me,
I can’t help but feel a presence again,
The uncomfort of sweat glazed in my eyes
Leaves me to wonder …it’s moments like these?
Do we live? - do we die? - do we hesitate?
I am no poet, I can’t tell you…
And the sounds start again,
This noise inside my head…
Its causing…
Causing all this dilemma…
My Psychiatrist says that it’s not real,
That I’m manufacturing my own problems,
But I tell him that he’s not real,
That he’s just a quack whose degree really means nothing,
But he tells me…
He went to school an extra eight years to get it,
It has to be real…
After all, he’s a Dr. and I’m just a patient…
The pseudo science that has become psychiatry,
Is just one of the many things that leaves me wondering,
About the present status of our culture – our society…
I mean who is he to tell me who’s sane,
Who’s insane, what’s right & what’s wrong?
He’s not God, he’s not my creator,
He’s not my mother; he’s not my father,
He’s just some schmuck I pay a hundred dollars an hour
To sit and listen to my problems…
I make them up sometimes just because I feel that I have to keep things interesting,
That – you know – If I don’t have something gritty or witty to tell him,
Something wrong - that perhaps he’ll stop seeing me,
Then whom will I talk to?
My friends? They don’t listen to me – even when I buy the beer…
I lower my head down in my hands,
I feel the sweat dripping onto my feet,
I forgot to wear socks today…I forgot to wear shoes…
The sand is gritty between my toes…
I feel a chapping – chapping as I – as I walk…
I feel it in the creases of my skin…
Making love on a beach is never as fun as it seems,
It’s not as romantic as anyone makes it out to be,
The stories are lies,
The television programs us – to be the symbols of its lies,
WE ARE NOT – gears in this machine,
We are the machine – the machines are us,
We are bust…
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6. |
Feed the Furnace
04:57
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7. |
Metal shop dancehall
04:41
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Metal Shop Dance Hall
Music/Words: The Engineer
Flesh scrapping metal gears
Perpetrating common fears
Drowning in our petty tears
What have we done with the years?
The war drum clangs and we march along
The sirens scream and we hum along
The Earth is dying in a big way…
Let’s just step out of the way
Screaming myself hoarse…
Turn the plastic into fuel
Profit gouge for the minerals
Frack away another town
To perpetuate the hype
Watch the water burn again
Throw your money at the problem
Never fix a thing
You just fucking scheme
Mechanized careless thought control
Illusion of self
Why are we here?
To make money?
Incontinence
Overtly repeat
The Sabbath’s come
The Sabbath’s gone
The Sabbath’s come
The Sabbath’s gone
I hold no place over your pawn,
- King me - I.
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Fear Fuel (Warmonger)
03:18
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Gas-kit College Station, Texas
Texas based Experimental Industrial Noise Anti-Music. Gas-Kit, formerly spelled (Gasket / Gaskit) respectively is the odd
off-brand brainchild of the musical mastermind known simply as The Engineer.
Through out the years with little to no promotion Gas-Kit has managed to generate radio airplay in the States, Canada, Germany, & even Russia. The much anticipated follow up Fear Fuel comes out 8/31!
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