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Karoshi
03:21
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Welcome to Karoshi Hotline
While you’re waiting in your car at night
Brains are mush
Hands disposable gloves
And your heart can’t take it anymore
You are racing like a greyhound
Welcome to Karoshi Hotline
And I want you to know
That you’re killing us now
All our dreams are waiting, but they die
And I want you to know
You’re working us to the bone
I want a revolution, but I’m tired
I am sinking into this bed I lie in
You put up a poster of some birds flying
And I’m sinking into this bed I lie in
I look up at the ceiling and see it’s unfolding
I am sinking into this world we live in
You put up a poster and we just walk in
Welcome to Karoshi Hotline
While you’re waiting in your car at night
And I want you to know
That you’re killing us now
All our dreams are waiting, but they die
And I want you to know
You’re working us to the bone
I want a revolution, but I’m tired
Welcome to Karoshi Hotline
You are racing like a greyhound
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ok.
03:20
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Under silent earth
I held onto your words
Seeping through centuries
Or maybe it was yesterday
When I break the earth
The sounds of the firebirds
They wake me from the dead
Or maybe I was sleeping
Raise me from underground
I wanted to know this all along
Bathe me in the sun
I wanted to see this all along
I got buried deep
By warping reality
The space that surrounded me
Refraction of action
Distortion of thoughts and
Now the roots upturn
I’m one of the worms
I am a glowing sun
I eat all the bad and radiate good
Raise me from underground
I wanted to know this all along
Bathe me in the sun
I wanted to see this all along
Oh now I’ve risen
I feel beautiful nothing
I am fine
Oh now I’ve risen
I feel beautiful nothing
I am fire
Raise me from underground
I wanted to know this all along
Oh now I’ve risen
I feel beautiful nothing
I am fine
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I saw my toothbrush wash up on a beach
To get to work I need fossils
And a shale gas boom, boom, boom
A thousand transactions
A link in the chain
What can we do
To break away?
Thousands of phantoms
Lie under your bed
But we go on
We fade away
The African mines as deep as your pockets
I go out to protest
But I’m fuelled by the flesh of
Units of production
A thousand transactions
A link in the chain
What can we do
To break away?
All the fingers in China
That make all your coats to keep you warm
And your children
We will destroy your industry
But we don’t know how
Sleepy in the morning
With diamonds for breakfast
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If you feel angry at the world
Click right here
Scream these words
If you feel powerless to make a difference
Shout out a window
On a TV show
The machine will handle it
The machine will handle it
Heros turn to gold
Enemies to systems
The machine will handle it
The machine will handle it
Heros turn to gold
Enemies to systems
The machine will handle it
The machine will handle it
Heros turn to gold
Enemies to systems
The machine will handle it
The machine will handle it
Heros turn to gold
Enemies to systems
If you have finally found your strength
Take your fight
And rebrand it
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Nightvision
01:19
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Taking the night shift
Paid by the dream
Beamed into my eyes
The adverts scrolling by
I used to dream of flying
Now deepest desires
They planted
They surface
And tell me what I need
I didn’t know I needed
Collectible unconscious
Rapid buy movement
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Unit of Production
04:04
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On a quiet day
You can hear the sound of traffic underfoot
My spine radiates dull pain
I’m a unit of production
To you all
I have no gift, but I have this
I stand sullenly
At the counter like
A television left on at night
Kill our culture quietly
With a shot to the back of the head
Beside the school shed
Children of production
I’m a unit of production
To you all
On a quiet day
We can hear the sound of traffic underfoot
Our spines radiate dull pain
I’m a unit of production to you all
Our redundant mouths are sewn up and sold
For more reliable investments in gold
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We live, we live
On a wide, on a wide sea
The garden, the garden
Of earthly delights
We know the last trees
We heard your last words
Breathe your ending dust
Make it, we make it
We Oryx and Crake it
We won the extinctathon
We won the extinctathon
We won the extinctathon
Created, created
Like an engineers drawing
With child’s colours
You drew outside the lines
Make perfect clay people
Better than the gods tried
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Bloom Rapids
03:39
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Do you know what you are to me?
Can you listen with eyes shut?
Dream that we
Are on a boat
To safety
And I will dissolve
And give you my energy
Do you know what you are to me?
Can you listen with eyes shut?
Do you know what you are to me?
Can you listen with eyes shut?
The flowers that bloom
And grow out our eyes
Take over the room
And drown out the cries of
Hopeless scraping by
I can dream can’t I?
Do you know what you are to me?
Can you listen with eyes shut?
Do you know what you are to me?
Can you listen with eyes shut?
Dream that we
Are on a boat
To safety
The flowers that bloom
And grow out our eyes
Take over the room
And drown out the cries of
Hopeless scraping by
I can dream can’t I?
I can dream can’t I?
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This old town
It had its magic carpet ripped out
From under it
This old town
The cyborg girl she came
With metal eyes
And lights beaming out from them
Bringing words to feed the streets
Oh the money wall reaches so high
But we'll go up and over
We'll go up and over
Oh these baby teeth they still bite deep
And fill your heads with static
Fill your heads with static
She's not here to raise a family
She is here to raze it all to the ground
She's not here to raise a family
She is here to raise the voice of the crowd
In this old town they all think
What is there to live for
It’s a cycle
Born again in cold bedrooms
The cyborg girl, she came
With fizzing swords
To lift leaden limbs again
Metal arms to feed the engines
Feed the engines
Oh the money wall reaches so high
But we'll go up and over
We'll go up and over
Oh these baby teeth they still bite deep
And fill your heads with static
Fill your heads with static
She's not here to raise a family
She is here to raze it all to the ground
She's not here to raise a family
She is here to raise the voice of the crowd
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Come here my darling
You really should see this
That's where the school was
And beyond that fence, the sea
And that's where the supermarket was
Beyond that fence, the subway
Beyond the fire is where we grew up
We used to have names for all the trees
Now we just know
What kills us, what won't
Nothing much matters here
No-one lives here anymore
Old batteries power new fields
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