Teksty:
The International Noise Conspiracy

Manifest this repression With smart bombs and easy listening Rally me up in this non-decision making I got my mind in for the taking My heart still hurts

We're all tired of flying in second class baby Never ever navigating Always have to be the one that's waiting For a number in line We're all sick of,

God damn let's hit it on the weak spot Everybody knows that we all had enough Smell the scent of gasoline fumes 'Cause we're not victims and we know what

Nowhere's untouched by the shame Who said we could get by with our childhood games? Days of innocence are all long gone Avoid the shock, honey, and try

The words are all boring Why don't you shut up 'Cause we're counter culture fighters They're fucking us up When we talk, we hear the revolution In our noise

Do u know, know my name? So where do we, do we begin? Paper cuts, yeah, paper cuts, yeah Paper cuts from writing, too much Do u know, know my name? Let

When passion?s up for sale We?re gonna find a way A broken heart, a broken bone A broken thought what?s going on Oh, if you are down with me We?ll meet

I'm enslaved by the weekdays By the names Monday to Friday I'm enslaved by the things said And everywhere I go a little secret And I wish that you would

Wanna know about your little secret I want to know why we're not equal Wanna know about the great pyramids I want know what just they really did Wanna