Baboon Music - Twelve Tribes

Hey kids!

I don’t think you’re ready for this

Systematic rebirth

This is anything you want

Step right up, make your move

This is the primitive sound of the hunt

I’ve programmed this station to sit by and watch you bleed

Dead noise has been broadcast in our heads far too long

And it ends with the taste of your blood

It ends with the sound of your scream

I don’t know the faces but I know the names

And I watch the shadows take shape

This time there is no prison to keep you alive and awake

This time there is no curtain to draw

Your dreams from physical reaction

Step right up, make your move

This is anything you want

Step right up, make your move

This is anything you want

The plug has been pulled from the wall

The battery is dead

Are you still afraid?

I don’t know the faces but I know the names

And I watch the shadows take shape

This time there is no prison to keep you alive and awake

This time there is no curtain to draw

Your dreams from physical

Complications in our shadows

Lost in traveling the setting sun

Conversations behind closed doors

Caught in our heads to hear once more