The Silent Circus
Album - 21 october 2003 - Debaser id 88439

Clowns now appear. They are all carrying knives and cups of gasoline.
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This moment is set. Let's make magic.
You're the #1 girl; it's time to stay at the top.
This is the song of the year. We just recorded your orgasm.

The music isn't shit anymore; your sexual vibe carries across the land.
Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck. You cause this shit.
Everyone has been waiting for this moment; for this song.
This song of the year: �sexy, smooth, yet sophisticated.�
The music isn't shit. It's all about IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE.
Fuck your song, you're looking good. We just recorded your orgasm,
And the money is rolling in.

Alone, afraid, smile glued bright. Feeling so dirty,
Sexed up by human eyes. An �artist� washed over, pulled under.
The moment is set, let's make magic.
You're the #2 girl; it's time to kill for the top.
Lets show this song of the year. We videotaped your orgasm.
The music was never shit, we lied, we lied as you lay�
Drained, tired, and robbed of your self-expression�
You're a toy, a toy for lust and greed.

Insecure depression, the mirrors are laughing at us.
Trying to be sexy queen, trying to be darling.
You've pounded in her little head like daddy wants to pound you.

Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck. You cause this shit.
Makeup, bras, and lingerie no need for this algebra.
Family dinners silent, speaking only to ourselves.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.
This orgasm on the screen has molded our American dream.

Asleep mid-sentence the words fell apart.
No one is listening anyway.
This day will soon turn black and my �wants and needs�
Will spill on my burning ashes.
I learned to be selfish today�
I learned to be alive.

These things I care for are for
My personal gain and my personal happiness only.
Why should I sit in your chairs and satisfy your standards.
I've done it all before and I've confused my self
A thousand times.

The tragic day that I call morality
Just doesn't do it for me anymore.
No more choices, just standing in the cold.
The day will turn black and I will have either lived or died.
Asleep mid-sentence- my words fall to the ground.
Swept into this dreamland.
Economic satisfaction, never succeed.
But happiness has its place.
Justice will not lie in your corner.

Throw myself in the corner
I have nothing to complain about here.
A tragic day seems too peaceful to most,
Spoiled ambitions turned my heart to black.

Living dreams, loving dreams,
Awakening to what I've always dreamt of.
Living dreams, loving dreams,
Awakening to what I've always dreamt of.

The familiar sound, the familiar sound of
The lovely love from the love of my life
Will keep the notes coming.

From the reciting of the show,
From the plip and the shevanel,
From the grind that annoys,
And the sarcasm they all hate�

(nonsense)

I thought it was strange when all this shot into my mind driving,
It's weird how this enclosed space makes me think so clearly...
So free!

I wish all hours were so relaxing.
Thinking of the next noise, making up the next noise.
I wish all hours were so relaxing.
Thinking of the next noise, making up the next noise.

Scream loud, loud, loud, loud, loud.
Scream loud, loud, loud, loud, loud.
Scream loud, loud.
Scream loud, loud.

Static intoxication, static intoxication.
Sing this lovely violin song.
Beat this bottle on a wall.
(Scream, scream, scream. Scream, scream, scream.)
The baby cries.
Record the noise.
(Scream, scream. Scream, scream, scream.)
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.

It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
Through sounds which makes one cringe.
The dogs only hear us now.
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty.
Through sounds which makes one cringe.
The dogs only hear us now.

For the first time tears came to my eyes while I was listening.
Noise brings so many things, make my tingling skin freeze.
For the first time tears came to my eyes while I was listening.
Noise brings so many things, make my tingling skin freeze.

Turn me on, make me laugh, shoot the can, shut the door,
Pour your glass, rape scene screams, car crash bash, black cat splat.
Turn me on, make me laugh, shoot the can, shut the door,
Pour your glass, rape scene screams, car crash bash, black cat splat.
A silent death, a silent scream.
You can't follow me, you sing along to nothing.
A silent death, a silent scream.
You can't follow me, you sing along to nothing.
You can't follow me, you sing along to nothing.
You can't follow me, you sing along to nothing.

Decrease the light, increase the smiles...
a familiar beat is swarming the art.
Soothing movement that help the evening come to a halt.
Lifetime achievement...
Lifetime achievement the looks on their faces make it worthwhile.
The sawying of the oecan, swaying of your hips...
shivering as your lover's caress touches your lips.
Perfect world and perfcet lives, we have the soundtrack for their futures.
The seawater smell in the cold outside world seems to be enchanting the room.
The chatter of riches keeping the beat, as the sea seems to freeze.
The brisk air seems to make out heart colder.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dimming lights makes the smiling faces sparser.
The dancing smiles seem to have halted with a silent scream.
The prefect life torn apart in a matter of seconds...
I hear their screams and cries...
I know now that I'm the only one who possesses true happiness.
Leep the beat, we tap our feet...
screams add a new feel to what we've, to what we perfected so dear.
We'll play to our deaths for we posses true happniess.
We are finally free.
Dying with our one passion, music:
the greatest wealth of them all. We must play on.