Twelve Tribes

Twelve Tribes - Baboon Music songtekst

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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
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Taal: Engels

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