Collaboration Front Line Assembly album ‘Wake Up The Coma’

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…


—–


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


—–


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

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