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Meathead's Lost HD

by XP8

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1.
Long trails of streetlights Engraved onto my eyes Plagued air invade my lungs Visor down on this night run. Light's traffic, two levels down The seediest part of town The sexiest motorbike Going after those from whom we hide. Shake the tension off your mind No running even if we're out time Try to melt into the crowd The unrelenting wall of sound. We're inside, we're patching in Logging on this cruel machine Looking for some hidden path To the code we need to crack This toxic air is part of me The streets unfolding underneath The circuit of my destiny Printed in blood and bones in me This dying city is part of me It'll show no sign of my defeat The circuit of my destiny Printed in blood inside of me The ceiling cracks they're onto us Can only see their muzzles flash Out on the street we try to hide She got hit and you didn't see her die This toxic air is part of me The streets unfolding underneath The circuit of my destiny Printed in blood and bones in me This dying city is part of me It'll show no sign of my defeat The circuit of my destiny Printed in blood inside of me Four in the morning the skyscraper sleeps I am alone to taste my defeat The room is dark where she waits for me One single kiss won't erase my guilt This toxic air is part of me The streets unfolding underneath The circuit of my destiny Printed in blood and bones in me This dying city is part of me It'll show no sign of my defeat The circuit of my destiny Printed in blood inside of me
2.
My mind melts, my body stiffens My body melts, my mind stiffens Standing on the edge of our world Looking down Twisted by the age of our words Uttering no sound My mind melts, my body stiffens My body melts, my mind stiffens Clocks stop ticking when she's getting high Feeling the heat spreading from her thighs Images flicker on her eyes in synch Following the rhythm, the pulses of our sins Shrinking, tumbling, feeling paralysed No place left or you and me to hide No means go when they're getting high Feeling like she's gonna die tonight My mind melts, my body stiffens My body melts, my mind stiffens Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/xp8/information-lyrics/#UveZEb3jml7exAhK.99
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I'll show you what you need to know The pain that rots my wretched core I'll feed your ears no other lies This killer's got the simple mind I'll show you what you need to know The pain that rots my wretched core I'll feed your ears no other lies This killer's got the simple mind The need is riding me again I know where it will get me I'll leave you time to realise You'll know you have my victim's eyes Louder Louder Louder than your ears can take Brighter Brighter Brighter than the sun Louder Louder Louder than your ears can take Harder Harder Harder than a bomb Louder Louder Louder than your ears can take Brighter Brighter Brighter than the sun Louder Louder Louder than your ears can take Harder Harder Harder than a fuckin' bomb Louder Louder Louder than your ears can take Brighter Brighter Brighter than the sun Louder Louder Louder than your ears can take Harder Harder Harder than a bomb Louder Louder Louder than your ears can take Brighter Brighter Brighter than the sun Louder Louder Louder than your ears can take Harder Harder Harder than a fuckin' bomb. The need is riding me again I know where it will get me I'll leave you time to realise You'll know you have my victim's eyes
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The beating heart inside a crippled and dying city The hungry buzz of business, crime, sex and music Seek refuge in its wide obliviating embrace In Camden Town, to disappear without a trace. The cold breath of November soothes the pain of my wounds My shoulder scraping the million poster bills on the walls The door code is cracked and opens with a metallic click Inside the empty and silent hallway the air is so still. We meet we share our histories We meet our lies divide us We meet we share our histories We meet our lies inside us In her tattoo memories of a distant past Of random looking connections hiding an oder above my grasp They're tracking you! They're watching you! They're tracking you! They're onto you! We meet we share our histories We meet our lies divide us We meet we share our histories We meet our lies inside us
6.
The Doctor 04:41
7.
A perfect machine Following the drill Waiting to hit, waiting to kill Psyched up and synched Part of the team Breathing as one Hitting twice as hard. Target in sight We're keeping tight rRady to strike, ready to die The trap is set Orders fill my head Before I know it's time to go Search and destroy Hit and recoil Rage is your friend Fear guides your hand Search and destroy - Incoming! Hit and recoil - Incoming! Rage is your friend - Incoming! Fear guides your hand - Incoming! Incoming! If only this rain Could wash away the taste Of my fucking guilt, my treasured fear I'm over the edge Soaked in regret I can't slow down, I feel my self drown Search and destroy Hit and recoil Rage is your friend Fear guides your hand Search and destroy - Incoming! Hit and recoil - Incoming! Rage is your friend - Incoming! Fear guides your hand - Incoming! Incoming!
8.
Nightlife 05:16
I want to know how to survive in the nightlife The truth and dare of the drug for the first time I click my heels and dance with the heat rise I want to know how to survive in the nightlife I want to know how to survive in the nightlife The truth and dare of the drug from the baseline The desire that the voodoo gives to a weak mind I want to know how to survive in the nightlife I want to know how to survive in the nightlife The truth and dare of the drug for the first time I click my heels and dance with the heat rise I want to know how to survive in the nightlife I want to know how to survive in the nightlife The truth and dare of the drug from the baseline The desire that the voodoo gives to a weak mind I want to know how to survive in the nightlife I want to know how to survive in the nightlife The truth and dare of the drug for the first time I click my heels and dance with the heat rise I want to know how to survive in the nightlife
9.
Long trails of streetlights Engraved onto my eyes Plagued air invade my lungs Visor down on this night run. Light's traffic, two levels down The seediest part of town The sexiest motorbike Going after those from whom we hide. Shake the tension off your mind No running even if we're out time Try to melt into the crowd The unrelenting wall of sound. We're inside, we're patching in Logging on this cruel machine Looking for some hidden path To the code we need to crack This toxic air is part of me The streets unfolding underneath The circuit of my destiny Printed in blood and bones in me This dying city is part of me It'll show no sign of my defeat The circuit of my destiny Printed in blood inside of me The ceiling cracks they're onto us Can only see their muzzles flash Out on the street we try to hide She got hit and you didn't see her die This toxic air is part of me The streets unfolding underneath The circuit of my destiny Printed in blood and bones in me This dying city is part of me It'll show no sign of my defeat The circuit of my destiny Printed in blood inside of me Four in the morning the skyscraper sleeps I am alone to taste my defeat The room is dark where she waits for me One single kiss won't erase my guilt This toxic air is part of me The streets unfolding underneath The circuit of my destiny Printed in blood and bones in me This dying city is part of me It'll show no sign of my defeat The circuit of my destiny Printed in blood inside of me
10.
My mind melts, my body stiffens My body melts, my mind stiffens Standing on the edge of our world Looking down Twisted by the age of our words Uttering no sound My mind melts, my body stiffens My body melts, my mind stiffens Clocks stop ticking when she's getting high Feeling the heat spreading from her thighs Images flicker on her eyes in synch Following the rhythm, the pulses of our sins Shrinking, tumbling, feeling paralysed No place left or you and me to hide No means go when they're getting high Feeling like she's gonna die tonight My mind melts, my body stiffens My body melts, my mind stiffens
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12.
A click and we're there Staring at the horizon we have decided to share Our fate. Illusions turned real Projections of our Will, of our hopes and fears Our brightest dreams. No time for the past No time for what wasn't meant to last Dust to dust. No space for regrets No space for what we will have to forget In this space inside our heads. Our common trait Reptilian instincts still commanding our race Our fear of death Driving us on Pushing science to take us beyond Our human form. No time for the past No time for what wasn't meant to last Dust to dust. No space for regrets No space for what we will have to forget In this space inside our heads. No time for the past No time for what wasn't meant to last Dust to dust. No space for regrets No space for what we will have to forget In this space inside our heads.
13.
A perfect machine Following the drill Waiting to hit, waiting to kill Psyched up and synched Part of the team Breathing as one Hitting twice as hard. Target in sight We're keeping tight rRady to strike, ready to die The trap is set Orders fill my head Before I know it's time to go Search and destroy Hit and recoil Rage is your friend Fear guides your hand Search and destroy - Incoming! Hit and recoil - Incoming! Rage is your friend - Incoming! Fear guides your hand - Incoming! Incoming! If only this rain Could wash away the taste Of my fucking guilt, my treasured fear I'm over the edge Soaked in regret I can't slow down, I feel my self drown Search and destroy Hit and recoil Rage is your friend Fear guides your hand Search and destroy - Incoming! Hit and recoil - Incoming! Rage is your friend - Incoming! Fear guides your hand - Incoming! Incoming!

about

ADRENOCHROME // CHAPTER 7.5

He gets up from his desk and walks the window.
It’s been two years since he’s decided to swap his boring view of Kobe port with a rendition of Shin-Iwaki. Well, maybe not a faithful reproduction of the present state of his native town, but the nano-LEDs embedded in his windowpane glass show him what it will eventually look like, once the post-meltdown reconstruction works end.
He looks out and sighs, he’s engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions so foreign to him that mostly he’s aware of his surprise of feeling so much, so deeply.
Watching the live feed of the girl running away, escaping his extraction team, he had felt the sharp taste of panic rising to his throat, but it had since subsided to something else, something warped and new: his brain producing a bio-chemical remix to re-interpret his original state.

An alert flash in his glasses and he jacks in again:

[Yes, McGee, I do hope you have finally have some good news for me, yes?]

[Err, no Sir, unfortunately the trail on the two targets has gone cold. We were able to detain the facilitator though. Roland Baker, AKA Meathead, AKA TwoDee, AKA… yes Sir, sorry, he’s a local hacker and Milner and Fox are interrogating him at the moment.]

He walks back to his chair and slouches down noisily. It’s so out of character, and he attributes his changes to all his recent dealing with uncouth gaijin.

[McGee, your company is proving to be a rather disappointing choice of contractor on our part. At least don’t fail to keep me informed of any development in the search and the questioning.]

[Yes Sir, absolutely... Actually, we retrieved a data storage device when apprehending the facilitator. I’s just a few TB of encrypted material, but I imagine you would be interested in having it checked out?]

[Indeed McGee. Initiate transmission…]

credits

released December 18, 2013

Remix and additional production on remix tracks by respective remixers.
"Nightlife" written by IAMX, lyrics by Chris Corner & Sue Denim.
"Doctor Who Theme" written by Rob Grainer & Delia Derbyshire.
Additional Vocals on track 10: Daniel Graves.
Lyrics by: Marko Resurreccion.
Mastered by: Marko Resurreccion.
Written by: Marco Visconti, Marko Resurreccion.
Artwork by: Vlad McNeally @ kallisti:design.
Promotions by: Christian Bankes @ Taurant Services.

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