Texty:
The International Noise Conspiracy Other

all hope just died, dwindled down and corrupted with time promises and excuses made didn't feed our hunger, didn't make us feel saved <a href="http

(from "A Small Demand" Single) Reach your arms and touch me save me now I can not do it by myself This time you'll find this wounds open wide I want

heard them talking about a place where we could go the fever caught until I told you so we were just packing up the bags, off we go 'cause this is dreams

united by music and haircuts, a brand new army of suits that got sawn up to fit the smiles of the do-gooders parade but it's not our nation state that

secret underground, transmission, upon the trails so please won't you listen and everybody said what are we doing here, subverted sound right into your

dead from the waist up, constant coma keeps us all corrupt yeah weighed down with our eyes shut, no wonder that we feel so fucked up condemned to a blank