(Instrumental)
: (Instrumental)
want to live. Everywhere, people move to the cadence of just one drum. Time is here, of what we feared, synchronized by the prosperous ones. Everywhere, people move to the cadence
Cadence oiled in love Licked his velvet gloved hand Cascade kissed his name Sad paper courtesan They knew him, just a man Cadence and Cascade Cadence
you the closer I am to finding God You're a miracle to me Burning, like Joan of Arc to see you just to feel you Cadence, well I dance with the dead '
Cadence to Arms is, except for some varied shouting and war-calling, and instrumental...
In this culture I am just the meat for vultures To pick until my beauty shows For your glossy covers and in classy circles smother Have I nothing more
Who bakes this mess Who set this dinner plate? Pharmacist won't dine on what's prescribed (slightly nutritious, genetically delicious) The cadence rings
(Run away, run away, run away, run away) The cadence of her last breath A loner longing for (Run away, run away, run away, run away) The cadence of
Tout est gache Tout est perdu Tout est gagne Tout est foutu Tout est en tout et tout et tout Tout est a vous Tout est a nous Tout est a tous Tout est
I stand of sound body and foul mind Composing my manifesto of silence. A twisted requiem by the mute for the deaf. A lunatics symphony of absonance Discordant cadences
you the closer I am to finding God You're a miracle to me Burning, like Joan of Arc to see you, just to feel you Cadence, I would dance with the dead
Cadence and Cascade Kept a man named Jade; Cool in the shade While his audience played. Purred, whispered, "Spend us too: We only serve for you". Sliding
They can fill my lungs with air They can tell I barely care On that day I died alone I feel like I'm going home Waiting for my final breath Hope I pass
In this culture I am just the meat for vultures to pick Until my beauty shows for your glossy covers And in classy circles smother Have I nothing more
abstinence makes the heart grow floundering perish the memory scream in agony love is late, love is late a sorrow-raising surge lies in the cadence
