08-03-2008, 06:00 PM
"Crippling Machine" - A Rotterdam November
Probably my current favorite song.
Who taught you these things, wounding crippling
I'd say that you're an effective machine, you say that you're clean but maybe
You're the same underneath
She saw her son off at the train platform
It was April 24, her hug that day
Was not the same as the ones before
These fields are haunted by
A thousand men who died
To stop this holy war,
To stop this holy war
I could whisper their names, could shout to the ceiling,
But something has to change, too many people died believing
That they would see the day, when you're just a pile of gears, harmless after all these years
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine
Belgium is cold, but not as cold as an icy stare of self-piety
That'll shoot down a plane, tear out my tongue, I swear blood still speaks
In the silence as they raise the flag, they shoot the shots, our young hero is
Dead, lying peacefully, what he had to do, he already did
These fields are haunted by
A thousand men who died
To stop this holy war,
To stop this holy war
Could whisper their names, could shout to the ceiling,
But something has to change, too many people died believing
That they would see the day, when you're just a pile of gears, harmless after all these years
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine
In the aftermath, of motors, extra parts
Someone is going to salvage your heart
But I don't care, it's your eyes I'll consider
Burning first, then your fists and your fingers
Flanders, Belgium has killed a lot of men
But not as many as your religion
You're not escaping the chains you make us wear
Hate doesn't respect you, hate doesn't care
What exactly do you fight for?
I'll tear you apart, no diplomacy
I'll make sure I sabotage all circuitry
Till one day, you and I stop this war
Could whisper their names, could shout to the ceiling,
But something has to change, too many people died believing
That they would see the day, when you're just a pile of gears, harmless after all these years
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine
Probably my current favorite song.
Who taught you these things, wounding crippling
I'd say that you're an effective machine, you say that you're clean but maybe
You're the same underneath
She saw her son off at the train platform
It was April 24, her hug that day
Was not the same as the ones before
These fields are haunted by
A thousand men who died
To stop this holy war,
To stop this holy war
I could whisper their names, could shout to the ceiling,
But something has to change, too many people died believing
That they would see the day, when you're just a pile of gears, harmless after all these years
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine
Belgium is cold, but not as cold as an icy stare of self-piety
That'll shoot down a plane, tear out my tongue, I swear blood still speaks
In the silence as they raise the flag, they shoot the shots, our young hero is
Dead, lying peacefully, what he had to do, he already did
These fields are haunted by
A thousand men who died
To stop this holy war,
To stop this holy war
Could whisper their names, could shout to the ceiling,
But something has to change, too many people died believing
That they would see the day, when you're just a pile of gears, harmless after all these years
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine
In the aftermath, of motors, extra parts
Someone is going to salvage your heart
But I don't care, it's your eyes I'll consider
Burning first, then your fists and your fingers
Flanders, Belgium has killed a lot of men
But not as many as your religion
You're not escaping the chains you make us wear
Hate doesn't respect you, hate doesn't care
What exactly do you fight for?
I'll tear you apart, no diplomacy
I'll make sure I sabotage all circuitry
Till one day, you and I stop this war
Could whisper their names, could shout to the ceiling,
But something has to change, too many people died believing
That they would see the day, when you're just a pile of gears, harmless after all these years
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine, -chine
Crippling machine
