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Recorded live for radio broadcast. An acapella song performed using a digitech harmann jamman stereo
lyrics
Cold where your footsteps fall
I am your echo and your shadow
Here: left, right.
Red cross, dead loass, second sight.
Oh, I am waiting.
Oh, I am listening.
For slips of the tongue
loose lips, sunk ships, power trips and
oversights, oversights oversights.
You're pale as a fish. As a shark
your face buys silence, distance
calculate what violence, violence
will buy you.
Bam. Another ace in your hand
Bam. Another race to rail against
Bam. Fear is a trading game.
But which one of use
doesnt need their name?
Cos we are the men who wont be blamed
we are the ranks whose game is is
knives in the back, shots in the dark
slight of the hand, cheap tricks, suck dick
dont run, dont walk, dont stand single file
green light, red square, no blood on your hands.
Blood on your hands.
You look so horrified.
Your slights of tongue, done: legal tender, surrender
your will to power, cower, kill, remember
Your god forbid you'll be forgotten,
short stick, free kicks, dead and rotten.
Cos we are the men who wont be blamed
we are the ranks whose game is is
knives in the back, shots in the dark
slight of the hand, cheap tricks, suck dick
dont run, dont walk, dont stand single file
green light, red square, no blood on your hands.
Blood on your hands.
You look so horrified.
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