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The Artist in the Ambulance – Revisited
01. Cold Cash and Colder Hearts
02. Under a Killing Moon
03. All That’s Left
04. Silhouette
05. Stare at the Sun
06. Paper Tigers
07. Hoods on Peregrine
08. The Melting Point of Wax
09. Blood Clots and Black Holes
10. The Artist in the Ambulance
11. The Abolition of Man
12. Don’t Tell and We Won’t Ask
Wake up everyone, it's not too late
To save the remnants of our hearts
Stop giving up our last shot at love
Our only chance to find the meaning of
The beat beneath the blood

We laugh at honor and are shocked when
We find knives in our backs
We follow those who cheat and steal
Look in my eyes
You won't find your way back
Our only compass smashed under our own heels

Reason abandoned
To appetites and addicts' arms
Shotguns and silence
Have always been the best charms

Wake up everyone, it's not too late
To save the remnants of our hearts
Stop giving up our last shot at love
Our only chance to find the meaning of
The beat beneath the blood

We laugh at honor and are shocked when
We find knives in our backs
We follow those who cheat and steal
Look in my eyes
You won't find your way back
Our only compass smashed under our own heels
Under our iron will

The abolition of man is within
The reach of science
But are we so far gone that we'll try it?