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Signals
02:46
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Wake up
You are a lab rat
Caught in a trap of your own desire
To not have to think
To shit where you drink
And dance on the brink, so
Get this straight
They will never hesitate
To bait your fears and manipulate
Your hate and let them in to permeate
Your state with their signals
Wake up
You are a captive
Force-fed a diet of bad ideas
To grab what’s not yours
To wall up our shores
And dance for their wars, so
Get this straight
They will never hesitate
To bait your fears and manipulate
Your hate and let them in to permeate
Your state with their signals
They want to make the enemies
of your enemies your enemies
A veiled threat
A made-up crime
An outright lie
We’re off to the races
Pay no heed to wrong or right
as long you’re straight, male and white
In place of our sanity
you’ve installed their vanity
Wake up
You are a patsy
Duped in to pressing the button blind
You've opened the gate
For violence and hate
And now it's too late, so
Get this straight
They will never hesitate
To bait your fears and manipulate
Your hate and let them in to permeate
Your state with their signals
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2. |
Meaningless
04:06
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Where were you when they were left alone
With black-starched collared monsters far from home
A special place in hell is set aside
But you just watch while they leave satisfied
And now your secret’s out
You keep your wolves leashed tight
And set them loose in shepherd’s clothes
It's no secret that your words
Are Meaningless
Where are you when hateful thoughts take flight
On wings of lead and copper you incite
You pay your thoughts and prayers to raise the dead
Then take cash for their discount lives instead
And now your agenda’s clear
You pimp your wolves in lights
And set them loose in fearful minds
It's no secret that your words
Are Void of meaning
Void of feeling
Void of humanity
Your mask is slipping
Venom dripping
It’s no secret that your words
Are Meaningless
Where are we when heads are made to roll
When sticks and stones are made to break our bones
When enemies and friends all look the same
It all comes down to who can play your game
And now that your choice is made
You arm your wolves with knives
And set them loose on captive lives
It’s no secret that your words
Are void of meaning
Void of reason
Void of reality
Your veil is dipping
Poison dripping
It’s no secret that your words
Your words are meaningless
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3. |
Paralyzed
03:26
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Who still receives
pleasure in good deeds?
We press each other
We stress each other
We force each other
We urge each other
We strain each other
We feed each other
another creed
Who still believes
in the strength of spirituality?
We press each other
We stress each other
We force each other
We urge each other
We strain each other
We feed each other
another creed
You'd know it all if you were listening,
You can't recall your words don’t belong here
All of this time wasted on pretenses
Can't be retrieved
Paralyzed with fear
Paralyzed
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4. |
Blinding Lights
04:13
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Give me the answers
Give me the questions, too
Deliver the rote instructions of the prophets
so I’ll know what to do
Give us direction
Give us our daily bread
Deliver the spoils of faith and dedication:
Guilt and transubstantiation
I’ll let you go blind
to show you the light
I’ll send you a light
to part wrong from right
Teach me the business
Show me the bottom line
School me in blackmail and misinformation
to keep the sheep in line
Make my decisions
Take away all control
Make me the perfect soldier:
Full of hatred, ignorant and motivated
I’ll let you go blind
to show you the light
I’ll set you alight
to part wrong from right
Please don’t let me fade away - I can barely see
These Blinding Lights insist that the blindness
Is better than sight to a burning man
These Blinding Lights are all I can point to
All I can cling to to make things right
But can I be sure that living in darkness
Is bringing me closer to the light?
They’ll make us go blind
to show us the light
They’ll burn us alive
to part wrong from right
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5. |
Dirty Knees
03:14
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We were howling at the moon before you came
A primal glimmer of the first superstition
We were praying to the sun when you were born
A desperate lifeline in a sea of confusion
We were writing on the walls when you were young
An early monument to cult and tradition
We strung you up for thinking outside the circles
Better to die than speak a dangerous truth, so
Get up off the ground
Dust off your dirty knees, boy
You’ve been acting like a slave
Get up off the ground
Dust off your dirty knees, boy
They’ll kneel you straight into the grave
We were making up the rules when you were grown
Laying foundations for a grim institution
We were buying up the world before you left
Reaping the profits of pious indignation
We were lighting up the fires when you were gone
Burning the twinkle from the eyes of invention
Now here we are, the thought police
Our dirty knees'll save us from the burden of truth, so
Get up off the ground
Dust off your dirty knees, boy
You’ve been acting like a slave
Get up off the ground
Dust off your dirty knees, boy
They’ll kneel you straight into the grave
Dust off your dirty knees
No master here to please
No need to justify what nobody else can see
When judgement only burns in the minds of the diseased
The time has come to get up
and dust off your dirty knees
Get up off the ground
Dust off your dirty knees, boy
You’ve been acting like a slave
Get up off the ground
Dust off your dirty knees, boy
They’ll kneel you straight into the grave
Dust off your dirty knees
No master here to please
No need to justify what nobody else can see
Dust off your dirty knees
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6. |
Memory
06:35
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This can't be right
there's a voice keeps me waking up at night
It knows what to say
So I’m reminded of the pain
It's been too many years now
It's been too many years
It's cooled all my blood
and dried up all the tears.
Memory
These memories.
How could I conceive
that I'd miss these memories?
I built these walls alone
Yes, I built them stone for stone
It's been too many years now
It's been too many years
It's cooled all my blood
and dried up all the tears.
Memory
These memories.
I don’t know what I want
Don’t know what I need
What I know is something’s missing in me
I can’t help it ‘cause I don’t even understand
How my past slipped right through my hands
Memory
Like a demon haunting me
cannot run and can’t break free
Nothing left to say to me
So I reckon with what they do not see
It's been too many years now
It's been way too many years
It's cooled all my blood
and dried up all the tears.
Memory
These memories
They’re still here
I don’t know what I want
Don’t know what I need
What I know is something’s missing in me
I can’t help it ‘cause I don’t even understand
How my past slipped right through my hands
Memory
When the past is behind you
The demon will remind you
When the past is behind you
The demon will remind you
Memory
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7. |
Life Will Prevail
04:19
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Where are we going in this day and age?
What is our purpose? Where is our place?
Why are we too occupied,
Too occupied,
Too occupied?
Why are we too occupied,
Too occupied,
Too occupied?
Who makes a profit by raping the earth?
What is the cause? Who will pay the price?
It’s like a mass suicide,
Mass suicide,
Mass suicide
It’s like a mass suicide
Mass suicide,
Mass suicide
Life will prevail
Will we survive to see it?
Life will prevail
Despite what fails
Life will prevail
And will we want to believe it?
Life will prevail
Despite what fails.
Reprogram Human kind
Life will prevail
Will we survive to see it?
Life will prevail
Despite what fails
Life will prevail
And will we want to believe it?
Life will prevail
Despite what fails.
Life Will Prevail
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8. |
Fire
04:20
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It was a cold night and I could tell
that something bad was going to happen
I was just a child but I could tell
that something bad was going to happen.
He had a plan, and I just knew
that something bad was going to happen
I was in my bed trying to sleep
when I heard her scream
Run, son, go get help
Run as fast as you can
Run, son, go get help
or your papa’s going to be a dead man
I've never been so scared of the dark
but I couldn't let it happen.
It was a dirt road with no lights
but I couldn't let it happen
The houses out here are few and sparse
but I couldn't let it happen
Had to make it to the closest neighbour's house
'cause I couldn't let it happen
Run, son, go get help
Run as fast as you can
Run, son, go get help
or your papa’s going to be a dead man
As the sirens carried me away
Across the lake I saw the flames
I heard a man say someone died
I heard him say he burned alive
That night was long and full of tears
Couldn't believe it really happened
His body burned in a house of flames
Couldn't believe it really happened
They found his hands holding his head
Couldn't believe it really happened
I see his face and tormented eyes
as he sets himself on fire
Run, son, go get help
Run as fast as you can
Run, son, go get help
or your papa’s going to be a dead man
As the sirens carried me away
Across the lake I saw the flames
I heard a man say someone died
I heard him say he burned alive
He's on fire
Burned alive
Oh he burned alive
Fire
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Signal Static Victoria, British Columbia
Signal Static asks the question; what does it mean to be Human? And, more importantly, what does it mean to be a good
Human?
Drawing inspiration from artists such as Chevelle, Tool, QOTSA, and Pendulum, Signal Static combines hard rock, punk, and alternative with elements of metal, grunge and electronic music to create an intensely fresh and emotionally compelling sound.
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