1. Mission Profile 2. Ground Control 3. Opium 4. Stop Dead 5. The Art Of Reason 6. Pressure 7. Flags And Footprints 8. Static 9. The Destruction Of Words 10. What About Me 1. Mission Profile can we go on can we be strongwe've got a system you're going to use itwe call it freedom and you are free to choose itif you're not against it you've got to be for itneutral is dangerous and you cannot ignore itcan we go on forcing our handcan we be strong till others understandcan we go on to save our wounded landcan we be wrongwe've got the money we're going to spend itpeace is our mission we'll murder to defend itsooner or later you'll get the picturewe're the creator and you were just createddevastation is where we're heading if we follow this illusionescalation of all the hurting that is borne of our confusionunrelenting as we persist in putting everyone beneath usnever ending until we understand our honesty deceives usthere is still one truth on which we can dependwe've started something we can never endwe know although we try to justify the meansthe truth behind the end remains unseenand while we all assume we all agreewe're giving up the freedom to be freedisillusion is always possible but we've got propagandamass confusion is always better than the threat of understandingwe'll deceive you we've got so many ways to make you stand behind usif we need to we'll use them on ourselves to constantly remind usthere is just one lie that we can still defendwe've started something we can never endwe know although we try to justify the meansthe truth behind the end remains unseenand while we all assume we all agreewe're giving up the freedom to be freethere is still one truth on which we can dependwe've started something we can never endwe know although we try to justify the meansthe truth behind the end remains unseenand while we all assume we all agreewe're giving up the freedom to be free 2. Ground Control where do you go where do you go for external forcesyour body wakes but never waits to restore resourcesdo you believe in what you do or is it just for moneyso if the world all does the same no wonder things are funnyjust when you thought that you were building on a rockyou find you've dug yourself a holeand you'll be facing such a futuristic shockwhen ground control slips away from youground control slips awayhow can you face the futuredo you create and generate to build a land of plentyor do you misappropriate until the world is emptydo you despise and criticise with no absolutionor do you stop to analyse to find a new solutionjust when you thought that you were building on a rockyou find you've dug yourself a holeand you'll be facing such a futuristic shockwhen ground control slips away from youground control slips awaythey're cutting up the world we knowfor reasons they're ashamed to showand all we love will have to gothey're storming us without a warextending force until we fallwhile we lie back and take it alland everything our fathers madeand everything they fought to saveis trampled under this paradeand nothing's going to stop them nowtheir policy will know no boundsas soon as they control the groundunder the flag of liberty you'll find corruption lurkingit's our responsibility to keep the system workingjust when you thought that you were building on a rockyou find you've dug yourself a holeand you'll be facing such a futuristic shockwhen ground control slips away from youground control slips away 3. Opium lost in the haze so far away how can we get back homelost in the haze so far away who's going to guide us homei've struggled to get near it to backwards engineer itbut all i find is a smoke and mirror gamethe recondite monopolise the airwavestill all believe there is no other wayand this is how we live our lives our opium is televisedtill finally they watch us fade awayour lifeless generation is going to the walla languid demonstration of daze before a falla preconceived condition imagined long agobut will we ever know all that lies belowthey'll print it on the front page to synthesise an outragebut all we find is a decoy once againduplicity and trickery surround ustill all believe there is no other wayand this is how we fall asleep their opium is running deeptill finally they watch us fade awayour lifeless generation is going to the walla languid demonstration of daze before a falla preconceived condition imagined long agobut will we ever know all that lies belowwaiting to play are we the pawns in this gamepaving the way watching the kings make their claimmartyrs and spies although we don't realisefalling away under the watch of their eyesthis is the way we've chosen to bethis is the road that we go downas clear as the day but still we don't seewe'll only know when it's overlost in the haze so far away how can we get back homelost in the haze so far away who's going to guide us homeand this is how our nation died our opium has satisfiedand finally they watch us fade awayour lifeless generation is going to the walla languid demonstration of daze before a falla preconceived condition imagined long agobut will we ever know all that lies below 4. Stop Dead there is a time for flying like an eaglethere is a time for falling like a stonebut if you stop deadtake a look aroundmaybe you'll watch the seasons flowand then you'll finally knowas the atmosphere rolls awaythough appearances stay the sameyou can't fly twice in the same patch of skyyou won't find rest till you're ready to changethere is a time for walking on the waterthere is a time for drifting out to seabut if you stop deadtake a look aroundone day you'll find you're back on landand then you'll understandas the atmosphere rolls awaythough appearances stay the sameyou can't fly twice in the same patch of skyyou won't find rest till you're ready to changeone day you'll find you're back on landand then you'll understandas the atmosphere rolls awaythough appearances stay the sameyou can't fly twice in the same patch of skyyou won't find rest till you're ready to changeit's over my headit's over my headbut if you stop dead 5. The Art Of Reason can you give me a reason why you shone for a seasonthen you turned to deceiving (i don't believe that it's right)you pretend you can hear us but you won't come near usnow it's all got serious (i don't believe that it's right)we thought you'd do your best for future generationsbut all you left was a mounting debt (i don't believe that it's right)we thought your peace could flow like water through the nationsbut you shut down the fountainhead (i don't believe that it's right)can you give an account now as the truth's coming out nowit's the end of the countdown (i don't believe that it's right)now we've lost all our patience with your forced liquidationof our land of our nation (i don't believe that it's right)we thought you'd right the wrongs that others brought upon usbut you sold off our right to choose (i don't believe that it's right)we thought you'd fight for us but you just fought among usand you sold off your servitude (i don't believe that it's right)no more tries and no more chancesno more lies to pass as answersno more smiles and false relationsno more world indoctrinationsorry for being angry sorry for being numbsorry for all the dreaming i really should have donei thought that i was blameless i thought that i was safei thought that a happy ending would happen anywayi can't believe we never noticedi can't believe it took so longfor us to turn around the futureby standing up for what we all believed in all alongit was there right before our eyes we were blind not to realisein the rush to be globalised we signed away our freedomwe forgot how to criticise we were scared to be demonisedas the truth was neutralised we lost the art of reasonshallow the crusader and shallow their crusadebut deep the ideology that brings them into playpolitical correctness a foil for our mindsa false exoneration to cover up the crimesi can't believe we never noticedi can't believe it took so longfor us to turn around the futureby standing up for what we all believed in all alongit was there right before our eyes we were blind not to realisein the rush to be globalised we signed away our freedomwe forgot how to criticise we were scared to be demonisedas the truth was neutralised we lost the art of reason 6. Pressure i can't see in front of me i feel blind to my sentencemy assumed autonomy is all steeped in dependencei'm breaking insidei watch time delimiting but i don't see the answersi know gain's diminishing but i'm wasting my chancesi'm breaking insidemy head's above the water but i just can't fight the tidetill the pressure subsidesall you see reflects on mehow can it be foreverall i do reflects on younow do you feel the pressurewith all things permissible i can't stem the pollutionand no hand invisible can assure resolutioni'm breaking insidemy head cries out for stillness but i just can't find the timetill the pressure subsidesall you see reflects on mehow can it be foreverall i do reflects on younow do you feel the pressureall i know will come and goyou can't have it all togetherall you ask will come to passnow do you feel the pressurei'm breaking insidemy head's above the water but i just can't fight the tidetill the pressure subsidesall you see reflects on mehow can it be foreverall i do reflects on younow do you feel the pressureall i know will come and goyou can't have it all togetherall you ask will come to passnow do you feel the pressure 7. Flags And Footprints i'm looking for a reason why i see no shooting stars tonightjust a sign that everything's alright to quiet me, to quiet memaybe all i hoped was wrong maybe all i dreamed is gonemaybe i was stupid all along for trying it, for trying itbut i believed in what you saidi trusted in your summernow the leaves are turning redand soon they'll all be coming downhow can i go onif hope is what keeps me aliveand i'm so uncertainit seems the more i look for you the more i fail to find the truthmaybe i'm affecting what i view with heavy veils and fairytalesmaybe my research was sound but maybe i just fooled aroundall flags and footprints but nothing further down to find you, to find youbut i believed in what you saidi trusted in your summernow the leaves are turning redand soon they'll all be coming downhow can i go onif hope is what keeps me aliveand i'm so uncertaini guess i learned the hard way or did i waste my timei never met you half way but i crossed that lineand i believed in what you saidi trusted in your summernow the leaves are turning redand soon they'll all be coming downhow can i go onif hope is what keeps me alivemaybe someday i'll know why 8. Static i took the low road i took the slow roadi've seen enough to know that i can't see at allthere's only static on my receiveryou've got my frequency but i don't hear you callget away get away get away nowno sense in wishing no transmissions ever come this wayget away get away get away nowjust premonitions that i can't explaini know i want you to know who i am nowi want you to know mei meditated i medicatedi made a promise but i broke it every dayannihilated i violatedall that was given me i choked it all awayget away get away get away nowno sense in wishing no transmissions ever come this wayget away get away get away nowjust premonitions that i can't explaini know i want you to know who i am nowi want you to know mehow can i hear (what i don't hear)how can i see (what i don't see)how can i know (what i don't know)how can i be this impossibilityi want you to know who i ami know i want you to know who i am nowi want you to know meit's growing colder i'm growing oldermy summer's over and it's time to face the fallthere's only static on my receiveri've got your frequency but i won't make the call 9. The Destruction Of Words i don't need allusion i don't need blamei don't need collusion to help me find my wayi could drown in your delusion and everything you sayfact is just a fusion of every shade of greytruth is sublime but talk is just a waste of timedescribing the shadows that form our livesso you can take away the answersand they'll still return but when you throw away the questionsi'll only learn again so take away the evidencebut i'll still recall until you throw away the memoryand all that's left is youi don't need hypotheses and all that's assumedflawless ideologies that decadence consumedand i am just the knowledge that found its way to youand now i've reached your zenith and everything was truetruth is sublime but talk is just a waste of timebelieving the shadows that form our livesso you can take away the answersand they'll still return but when you throw away the questionsi'll only learn again so take away the evidencebut i'll still recall until you throw away the memoryand all that's left is youall that you left behind lingers inside your mindall that you can't let go shows you the way back hometruth is sublime but talk is just a waste of timedestroying the shadows that form our livesso you can take away the answersand they'll still return but when you throw away the questionsi'll only learn again so take away the evidencebut i'll still recall until you throw away the memoryall that you left behind lingers inside your mindall that you can't let go shows you the way back homeand all that's left is you 10. What About Me [limited edition only]what have i done what is this mourningthe arc of the brightness blinds mewhat are these thoughts and cumbersome footstepsthe arc of the dream that binds mewhat have i been this figure of lightisland of gardens that feeds youwhat if i burn swallowing doctrinesdoes painting this picture feed youbrother my child my counselcynical fathers i seewhat colour these memories might bewhat about me what about me what about mewhat do i need only my conscienceforgiveness is all you gave mevast is the wave i am my demonwhere is the dark that folds mewhy should i care piercing my causebring on the fools that bind me sowhat if i drown water is yieldinginterrogate my own sanitybrother my child my counselcynical fathers i seewhat colour these memories might bewhat about me what about me what about mewhat have i been this figure of lightisland of gardens that feeds youwhat if i burn swallowing doctrinesdoes painting this picture feed youbrother my child my counselcynical fathers i seewhat colour these memories might bewhat about me what about me what about me
