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Miss Machine
01. Panasonic Youth
02. Sunshine the Werewolf
03. Highway Robbery
04. Van Damsel
05. Phone Home
06. We Are the Storm
07. Crutch Field Tongs
08. Setting Fire to Sleeping Giants
09. Baby's First Coffin
10. Unretrofied
11. The Perfect Design
We wrote these plans
Took the order the architecture
And followed them to the end
Until the gears ground cold and relentless
There was no remorse
We had none
We kept on
With no trace of a regret
I never saw any blood
No soul for the body
Watch them turn her scab covered skin into stone
Like a coal in the sky
Searching for the dawn for the last time
Bloated with white eyes wide
We've come to an understanding
You lose, I profit
High noon and there ain't
No secrets, no more excuses
Now our number's up
Let them lead us by the throat
Now just smile
While the rope pulls tighter
Guilty is an understatement
The hourglass is never right side up
And all the time
We try to tear the script up
Forgetting all the sour for the sweet
The paragraph has never been so empty
The mother dies with infant in arms
The lifeless test tube,
Look what she's done
Evolution gave us a clock
That's always winding down