, continue As we take from the old We lose, no gains-endtime cannot be changed These ruins lies before me, we still destroy it These ruins of the old
N.O.T. (I Want My People Back) (Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations) The deaf old Duke he came to town Asking all the men around
thing. 12:20 Don: He's changing into a monster! You should see this! God, I get so hot! Aynsley: Would you like a quick vibrator? Now you've ruined
vows Look at the things she allows Junction fever must have closed down the rail The gluttonous wind keeps on nibbling the sails Queuing in the ruins
rolled the blunt She was ready, I could see in her face She said "let's jet" we went back to her place It was fat, she had a dope crib She offered
wine, lord, or marrow Down into the bones of the birches And the spires of the churches Jutting out from the shadows The yoke, and the axe, and the old
, lord, or marrow Down into the bones of the birches And the spires of the churches Jutting out from the shadows The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks
watch deck Looking out onto the sea It would offer no solutions Only silent company So he took hold of the reasons As he tried to understand But they offered
monster! You should see this! God, I get so hot! Aynsley: Would you like a quick vibrator? Now you've ruined the whole thing Carl: Have I? I'll take
that used to run by have all vaporised A flock of birds move by But the barren waste offers nothing for them All turned to ruins and left to the wind
long fallen. Angels of memory: they point to the death of time, not themselves timeless, and without recall. Their strength is to stand still, afterglow of an old
on, continue As we take from the old We lose, no gains-endtime cannot be changed These ruins lies before me, we still destroy it These ruins of the old
