Front Line Assembly ‘Wake Up The Coma’
“Eye on You” writers Bill Leeb, Rhys Fulber, Robert Görl, Ian Pickering
“Wake Up the Coma” writers Leeb, Pickering, Fulber, Slingerland, Keevill
“Negative Territory” writers Leeb, Pickering, Fulber, Slingerland
from album ‘Wake Up The Coma’ released in 2019
Eye on You
Stop watching, stop watching, stop watching
You closed your eyes – stop watching
You closed your eyes – start counting
Adding up workers to die without feel for perfection
Build up a city, build it ugly, unpretty
We don’t need guardians, we don’t want guidance
Romantically civilized
Stop watching, stop watching, stop watching
I have my eye on you, I have my eye on you
We don’t need guardians
Cerebral infection
There’s no protection
No magic bullet
Surveillance detected
Forgot where we came from
Distorted affection
Seering wounds open
Make believe vision
I have my eye on you
We don’t need guardians
There’s a truth where the judgement is made
There’s just something that art has to pay
Reinvent what we never could make
Stop watching, stop watching, stop watching
I have my eye on you
Stop watching
We don’t need guardians…
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Wake up the coma
Unavailable to yourself
Like and share this discontent
Watch how the east heading westward knows
Excludes, confines and the cul-de-sac echoes
With a frail, disappointing humanity
A stammer or echo of authenticity
Welcome to the edge of the world
Welcome to the edge of the world
Good luck Miss American girl
Welcome to the edge of the world
Don’t look here for profits or principles
Don’t blink or it’s over
Yours hopelessly desperate for miracles
Please wake up the coma
The significant asset to bargain’s existence
The appeal of the exit to hold some substance
A toxic shock of truth to the system
Don’t look here for profits or principles
Don’t blink or it’s over
Yours hopelessly desperate for miracles
Please wake up the coma
Time’s up if your colour was animal
Now what would it be?
Some confusion of meathook and pedestal
Please how do you plead?
Don’t look here for profits or principles
Don’t blink or it’s over
Yours hopelessly desperate for miracles
Please wake up the coma
Time’s up if your colour was animal
Don’t breathe till it’s over
Some confusion of meathook and pedestal
Please wake up the coma
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Negative Territory
Permanent, terminal – no reprieve
Checklist the time bomb that ticks in me
Chronic incurable, no fakes please
Heaven and Hell in the same sky house
Secrets are lies we don’t speak out loud
It’s exactly how it seems
Stranded out in these negative territories
Sorry for the inconvenience
Standing here in polite violation
Even civilized craves disobedience
No one at fault here for pages of history
Someday see us blamed for the future insistence
Removed and starved in the modern covenant
Where silence somehow passes for innocence
You owe me but never owned me
Checklist the time bomb that’s holding me
It’s exactly what this needs
Mule to weak thought trafficking
A world all devoid of meaning
It’s exactly how it seems